Since taking over the mission from the wise man Moat, Greem and the other three have acted separately.
Greem came to investigate the blight, Emelia sneaked into the spore forest, and Remy wandered around the swamp with nothing to do.
Of course, before breaking up, Greem had already warned it. In this spiritual world, it could no longer release plague germs randomly like those in the secondary planes. Otherwise, it would offend those Tier 4 bosses, even Grem
Mu doesn’t dare to guarantee that he will be able to escape unscathed.
After all, even in the Sand Tallin area of the Wizarding World, there are only thirteen level 4 wizards. However, there are eight level 4 creatures in the wetland swamp, which is more than ten times smaller than the Sand Tallin. Therefore, in the unit territory, the spirit
The number of high-level creatures in this world far exceeds that of the Wizarding World.
In such a strange environment, if he continued to act as unscrupulously as before, he would probably be attacked by the local natives sooner or later. It was out of such considerations and the convenience of action that Greem agreed to the swamp wise man
, to investigate the so-called blight on its behalf.
But now it seems that the swamp wise man's suspicion is not unreasonable.
The so-called blight is not actually a natural disease caused by the degradation of water sources, but some kind of terrible fungi bred by special means.
After seeing the true appearance of the black smoke, Greem paused his witchcraft staff without hesitation, and a ring of fire rose in front of him, directly arresting Remi who was wandering in the distance.
"Boss, what do you want to do?" Remy suddenly appeared in front of Greem and complained: "I just discovered an interesting little fish man, and you... Hey, what is this?
?”
Remy soon smelled the smell of poisonous bacteria trapped in the fireball, and his small green eyes immediately widened.
"It smells of alien modification, of deadly toxins, and of microscopic spores...Boss, it seems there is a guy here who is good at preparing and controlling plague spores. Where did you get these things?"
"In the bodies of these withered ones... How about analyzing it from your professional perspective, where do they come from?"
"Let them all out! If I don't eat them, I won't be able to get any further information..."
Greem waved his hand casually, and the fireball suddenly disappeared.
Seeing this, the black smoke trapped inside wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but Remi opened his mouth and swallowed it all.
After inhaling all the black smoke, Remy smacked his mouth, his eyes blurred, and muttered to himself as if he was dreaming: "Feeding...infection...eviction..."
After a full quarter of an hour, Remy shuddered and came out of his sleep-talking state.
"I know how these guys got the disease! Come with me..."
What Remy brought Greem to was an open space in the center of the Death Mire. There was still a low, shallow puddle with an area of less than a hundred meters, so it was also the area with the densest concentration of creatures in the Death Mire.
Here, a large number of swamp creatures gather, some of them have obvious limbs withered, and there is a group of terrifying mosquitoes and flies lingering on the surface of the body. For those infected with these blights, other creatures are also surrounding them.
Those who walk on foot dare not get even close to them.
"Boss, do you have a way to hide us? We will probably see a good show soon!" A ferocious smile appeared on Remy's Peppa Pig-like face.
Greem paused his witchcraft staff, and a swirling ring of fire swept the two of them into it.
As the flames spread over them, the figures of the two men suddenly disappeared.
In a strange golden flame, Remy looked around and his body curiously. His eyes were as if covered with a layer of bright red gauze. Everything he saw was a bit distorted and illusory, unlike
It was so real and reliable before.
"Is this one of the laws of fire you master? It's really amazing..." Remi looked around enviously, and even ran to a shambling fungal giant and bared his teeth until he was sure that the other party couldn't see him.
Only then did he give up.
"What are we waiting for here?" Greem asked.
"Wait for a good show to start!" Remy said with a grin: "The virus-causing bacteria have been deliberately castrated from the airborne characteristics and can only be transmitted through direct contact. It seems that they don't want to let the virus spread.
Spread without limit..."
"So what?"
"So, the best way for them to infect organisms in an area is to poison them. Only in this way can the infected people be controlled in the area they want, without spreading to themselves!"
"When will they come?"
"Soon... at least the smell of poisonous bacteria that I feel in the bodies of these infected people is within the past few days!"
"Okay, then just wait!"
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The waiting time is long, but very valuable.
Remy went to collect the vomit and excrement of those infected by the blight, while Greem began to collect some strange spores that are local specialties, as well as various weird mushrooms.
He could feel that the unique climate and space environment of the wetland swamp was related to these strange and exotic mushrooms. Some of the mushrooms contained contents that even Grimm was interested in.
Just as the two were busy and excited, an inconspicuous and obscene figure sneaked into the area.
This was a male spore man less than half a meter in size, with a sharp beak, monkey cheeks, and stern eyebrows. He had a sneaky and invisible appearance. And it carried a bulging leather bag on its back, and it carefully slipped into Greem's range of perception.
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It stands to reason that with the weak aura of power on this spore man, it would have been torn into pieces by the violent swamp creatures before it even got close to the center of the death quagmire. However, it had to escape completely.
When I came in, I didn't seem to be under any attack.
The reason is also very simple. The body of this male spore man is also filled with a stench unique to blight, which attracts the swamp creatures to avoid it. However, no matter how Greem observes and scans, there is no trace of this male spore man.
Limb atrophy is found in humans following any blight attack.
Looking around, he seemed to find nothing unusual. This guy cautiously approached a shambling fungal giant, then took out a fist-sized white mushroom from the skin on his back and threw it at the opponent.
The white mushrooms kept rolling on the ground, finally attracting the attention of the fungus giant.
As if sensing the fragrant smell on the white mushrooms, the fungus giant swooped over like crazy, rolled up the white mushrooms with its thick tentacles, and threw it into the mouth.
After a while, the fungus giant that had eaten the white mushrooms trembled all over and roared desperately to the sky. On its body, the originally strong and muscular body began to wither and shrivel at a speed visible to the naked eye, and large groups of black mosquitoes and flies emerged from it.
It gushed out of my mouth, and I couldn't let go of it.
Seeing that the fungus giant had been attacked, the rat-like spore man immediately sneaked towards the second target not far away.
However, just when it took out another white mushroom and tried to cook it in the same way, a faint male voice suddenly came from behind, which startled it greatly.
"Who asked you to do this?"
The spore man suddenly looked back and saw Greem slowly emerging from the void.
Greem was dressed as a human wizard, but he did not have the terrifying magical fluctuations on his body. His appearance looked just like an ordinary human being. But the spore man was obviously not an ignorant person, and he could naturally recognize Greem.
of extraordinary.
In addition, what it did was a completely shameless and "ugly" thing, so it jumped three feet high in fright, turned around and tried to run away.
However, with its weak strength like that of a senior apprentice, it still wants to escape from the hands of the legendary fire wizard. Such an idea is undoubtedly ridiculous!
With a snap of his fingers, a ring of fire appeared inexplicably under the opponent's feet, and shackles of flames that were as solid as substance extended from it, binding the spore man so tightly that it was difficult to move at all.
Greem stepped gently on the soft mud and came to the side of the spore man. He waved his right hand in front of the opponent's eyes, and a small golden flame condensed on the tip of his index finger. The opponent was in great panic, and his attention was instantly focused.
Attracted by the small flames.
And when its eyes were fixed on the small flame, its entire mind and thinking also fell into a stagnant state, and it could no longer organize effective thinking and response.
To confuse people's hearts...it's just an extremely simple fire-based witchcraft!
"Where are you from? Why did you come here to poison? Where did you prepare these germs?" Greem started the interrogation without hesitation.
"Magic Pod Cave...Magic Pod Cave...Magic Pod Cave..."
For some reason, this spore man seemed to have lost his mental clarity. Apart from repeatedly chanting the word 'Magic Pod Cave', he almost no longer remembered anything else.
"Lord Moat, how do you think the matter here should be handled?" Greem interrogated several times but could not get any other answers. He could only turn his head to communicate with a strange eyeball attached to his shoulder blade.
Through this natural eye, Moat, who was hundreds of miles away, also watched the entire process of Greem's capture of the spore man and the feeding of the spore man.
The swamp wise man was obviously in an extremely unhappy mood right now, and the voice transmitted through the Eye of Nature was full of murderous intent.
"The Demon Pod Cave is the holy land of the Demon Spore Clan! There are terrible traps and numerous guards there, and even my spiritual will is difficult to extend into it. Judging from the current signs, these bacteria-carrying bodies are the Demon Spore Clan's presence in the Demon Pod Cave."
It was concocted in the pod cave in order to force the other races and creatures out of the swamp. Huh, these bastards, they went too far this time!"
"Then what do you mean..." As an outsider, Greem naturally doesn't care whether the creatures here are dead or alive. However, when Moat said that the Magic Pod Cave is the holy land of the Magic Spore clan, his heart suddenly moved.
, some are eager to try it.
"You ask the spore flying bat to send back this spore and the carriers. I will contact the Hydra King and the flying bat leader to discuss with them the expulsion of the magic spore clan. During this period, if you can come up with it,
If there is more and more powerful evidence, I will not hesitate to mobilize the power of the entire swamp to deal with the Demon Spore Clan. When the time comes, you can invade the Holy Land of the Demon Spore Clan and you will naturally get the original water."
"Furthermore, I consider you to have completed the task of finding the mastermind behind the blight! I will deliver the rewards you deserve as soon as possible..." (To be continued)