The wetlands and swamps shrouded in darkness have a unique charm.
In an open space by the lake, Amelia lit a bonfire and began to cook broth in a stew pot. Coupled with some fresh and tender mushrooms picked temporarily, the fragrant smell simmered in the misty and wet atmosphere.
Floating far, far away in the swamp...
Remy has been running away to nowhere since dark.
Greem was not worried at all about it.
After all, the title of Level 3 Plague Poison Spirit is not for nothing. If he really wants to be ruthless, Remy alone can turn a small area into a dead place in an instant.
As for Greem, he came to the top of a huge mushroom tree from the moment night fell, sat on the edge of the umbrella cover, and looked at the unique dimensional environment and natural landscape around him from a distance, and his heart was full of the uncanny craftsmanship of nature.
admiration and awe.
A heavy, wet fog floated over the swamp, making the stars in the sky look dim and blurry.
Within sight, mushroom trees of various sizes rise and fall, which is as impressive as a mushroom jungle. When you are here, you will have the illusion that it is not that the mushrooms have grown bigger, but that you suddenly suddenly
became smaller.
In a daze, it was as if a human suddenly turned into an ant. The wild mushrooms on the roadside that could be easily crushed before have now turned into towering trees. My own power is so small and powerless at this time...
And among the mushroom jungles, fluorescent spores flying everywhere are as dense and light as fireflies.
They are everywhere and at all times, taking root wherever they float and growing into new mushrooms.
Some mushrooms are lucky enough to grow very large and become members of the vast mushroom jungle, while others are swallowed 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 also be seen in the sky of wetlands and swamps. They are also feeding on fluorescent spores, flying around giant mushroom umbrellas, chasing and devouring these free-floating ones.
little thing.
These flying spore bats look somewhat like manta rays in appearance. They flap their flat bat wings and glide freely in the air. The long tail trailing behind them has a sharp black thorn at the end, which vaguely exudes a bitter smell of poison.
Ordinary spore flying bats would naturally not dare to provoke Greem.
But there are always blind people who will come to your door by themselves.
So, when Greem was sitting on the canopy of a giant mushroom that was more than 50 meters high, admiring the unique night view here, a spore flying bat with a biological level of up to level 2 discovered him and launched a swift attack on him.
This is a spore flying bat with a strange fighting spirit. Its wings are black, the surface of its body is covered with brown hard vellus hair, and its skin has good anti-magic properties.
Its attack methods are relatively monotonous, either spitting acid from the mouth, or swooping down to attack with poisonous tail wings. Naturally, such an attack method cannot threaten Greem in the slightest. If you don't want to experience the so-called war spirit,
I am afraid that Greem can end this battle within five or six seconds.
The acid spit 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 incoming flames.
After several experiments with no results, the furious Black Wing finally activated his war spirit power.
A strange mental shock wave descended on Greem's body. The power was not great, but the strange paralysis power that came with it made Greem freeze on the spot.
A strange ability of a level 3 creature can actually take effect on level 4 Greem regardless of magic resistance, and it takes a long time. Such a strange ability immediately attracted Greem's attention!
Taking advantage of the gap when Greem's eyes were wide open and his body was stiff, the black-winged man quickly glided past. Taking advantage of the gap between them, the poisonous thorn behind him suddenly slashed towards his neck.
But its attack only goes so far!
The next second, a big hand burning with blazing flames grabbed the black-winged bat's tail and held it firmly in place. Then, the flames surged and spread rapidly along the bat's tail towards Black-wing's body.
The terrible burning pain caused Black Wing to writhe in agony, struggling and rolling desperately, but could not escape the control of the big hand of flames.
In Greem's mind, the chip that had returned to normal finally emitted a series of beeps.
"Mental paralysis is a unique racial ability of elite spore flying bats. During battle, some special scale powder will fall off the surface of the body and invade the opponent's body silently. When necessary, it can be triggered by mental power to paralyze his spirit and make him
Losing the ability to resist.”
"It turns out that it is not a purely spiritual power, but a means of combining spiritual power with special substances." Greem couldn't help but ponder.
He was a little overconfident in today's battle.
If he really regards this Black Wing as an opponent, even if he does not hold up the burning field, he will use a flame barrier to protect his body. In this way, no matter how much scale powder the opponent spreads, he will be burned as soon as he enters the barrier range.
Once it's empty, how can it possibly threaten Greem in the slightest.
However, the opponent's scale powder can actually paralyze and paralyze the mental consciousness of a level 4 wizard. Although the time is short, it is worth studying.
Just when Greem's heart was moving, and the thought of killing someone loomed in his consciousness, an unusually old voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"For strangers from far away, please let this ignorant guy go! On behalf of it, on behalf of the swamp, I would like to express my sincere apology to you..."
Greem suddenly looked back. Not far behind him, a strange creature only over one meter tall was looking at him calmly.
If he hadn't sensed the pure natural aura in the opponent's body, Greem might have mistaken it for an ordinary swamp pollution monster. The one-meter-tall body looked too small, and its surface was covered with brown-black stains.
The algae and some smelly black mud, the real face is covered by the wild algae, making it difficult to see its reality.
However, the powerful mental pressure of those level 4 creatures is real!
"You are..." Greem thought, and the flames burning on the surface of the black wings were instantly extinguished.
However, after being severely injured, the black wing also became dying, and the whole body hung down softly. Only the bat tail was still in Greem's hand.
"Hello, stranger from far away, my name is Moat, the wise man of this swamp!"
"So you are Moat. To be honest, we were preparing to find you!" Greem was slightly frightened, and he was also a little afraid of the vast magical powers of these wise men.
"We are strangers from afar, before we find a place to have a chat, please...can we treat this guy Black Wing first?" Although this Moat is small, he speaks in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
There is really a convincing majesty to it.
Greem raised his right hand, looked at the burnt black wings, and smiled calmly.
"I'm only good at setting fires, not saving people. If you have any idea, I'd like to see what you can do!"
"Since your Excellency has no objection, then it's easy to handle, leave it to me!" Moat's face was hidden under the unkempt algae, making it impossible to see the changes in his expression.
It was holding a black crutch that was half as high as its own head. It lightly tapped its feet and then shot out a grass-green plant-based light wave that hit the charred black wings.
Immediately, with a crackling sound of flesh and blood, the parched skin on the surface of Black Wing burst and fell off, revealing the new skin growing underneath. Black Wing, which was still dying a moment ago, suddenly became alive again, but the terrifying scene taken by Greem
Despite its majesty, it still lay limp on the ground, daring not to move at all.
A fourth-level wise man begged for mercy in person, and Greem had no choice but to give it to him.
Greem snorted lightly and cut off the poisonous stinger on the black-winged bat's tail with a single stroke of his right hand.
The poisonous stinger fell on the mushroom canopy and bounced a few times. Black Wing, still under Greem's control, trembled in pain, but still did not dare to struggle too much.
"Go ahead, remember to be more careful next time and don't provoke anyone who is more ruthless than you!" Greem threw away the black wing, took the stinger into his hand, and put it away.
There are also some scales on the surface of the stinger, which is enough to study the scale powder!
As soon as he was released, the third-level black wing immediately ran away without looking back, and his original ferocious and arrogant aura was no longer found.
The Moat watched all this calmly and did not object.
Sniffing the aroma of the fragrant broth coming from under the giant mushroom tree, Greem suddenly smiled and actively invited: "Emelia's broth is ready. Lord Moat, why don't you share your face and taste it together?"
Bar!"
The other party smiled 'calmly'.
"It's so annoying!"
Amelia didn't seem to be surprised at all by the swamp wise man Moat who suddenly appeared in the camp. This was because they had already come into contact with a wise man from a small area during this trip, and there seemed to be some kind of connection between these wise men.
Strange way of communication.
Therefore, Amelia had already expected that the other party would come to them just one day after entering the swamp.
She diligently served the two of them and sat down by the campfire, then served them each a large bowl of broth, along with soft bread and cheese, and the three of them began to eat and drink happily.
While eating and drinking, Greem squinted at this strange-looking swamp wise man, and finally couldn't help but said: "Your Excellency Moat, I wonder which race you are from?"
To be honest, Greem has been guessing about this Moat's race since he saw it. Unfortunately, every one of them is specious and unconvincing.
"Haha, I'm afraid my race is a bit beyond your expectation..." The Moat laughed and said, "I am a swamp giant!"
Swamp Giant...a swamp giant over one meter tall...
After hearing the other party's answer, Greem was instantly confused. (To be continued)