Age of Adepts

A massive and terrible plague has broken out in the jungle!

Despite the desperate efforts of the witch doctors accompanying them, there were still more than half a dozen troll warriors infected with the plague spores, becoming pathetic insects that only knew how to roll all over the ground and scratch their bodies to a bloody pulp.

The trolls were not stupid.

Although their minds were not as good as those of human sorcerers, they were the worthy rulers of the Hexen Plane.

Through various tests, they had finally discovered some flaws or shortcomings of this Plague Poison Cloud.

That was... fear of fire!

The plague poison clouds weren't dead things, but living creatures made up of billions of tiny plague poison germs, so they were also afraid of flames.

Upon discovering this, the trolls immediately lit up a torch and began to burn these lingering poisonous clouds with flames. Sure enough, as the flames surged through, crackling and tiny bursting sounds were heard from the plague poisonous clouds.

Most of the plague clouds were incinerated by the flames, but the trolls infected with the plague couldn't just burn them away. Therefore, the troll leader could only send someone to gather them into a forest clearing, ordering the witch doctors accompanying him to hurry up and save them.

In order to rescue their companions who were suffering from the plague, more than twenty troll witch doctors gathered together, set up a huge iron cauldron in the middle of the forest clearing, and began to quickly boil a soup that could ward off the plague.

They wore strange costumes and had strange patterns painted on their faces and bodies as they nervously danced an ugly dance around the iron pot while constantly throwing all kinds of mysterious herbs into the pot. The gooey, boiling soup was steaming hot, and a pungent, choking, horrible smell was rampant in the forest.

But don't tell me, this witch doctor tactic filled with primitive foolishness really has some effect.

The painful struggling plague infected people in the dense forest after inhaling this soup smell, surprisingly calmed down a little, the painful shouting voice is also much lower.

Mary and Remy, who were hiding in the shadows and silently observing the trolls' movements, couldn't help but shake their heads.

After all, the plague could only be used as a side-means to aid the war, but it was never able to become the main axis of the war. One of the main reasons was that the true essence of the bit wars was to save resources, plunder the population, and establish a stable colonization system that could provide a constant 'blood transfusion' to one's family.

In the process, the indigenous native powers of the Old World must not be destroyed intact, but must be preserved as best they can.

It was conceivable that if all the trolls were killed in one go by virtue of plague or other sorcery means, the Crimson family would have lost a source of tens of thousands of slaves who generally possessed the strength of a 1st rank warrior. At a later stage, whether it was to establish a huge plantation or develop a mine, a large number of fit slaves would be needed.

Could it be that in order to develop this Haimori Plane, the Crimson Family would have to transfer a large number of slaves from the Otherworld?

Not to mention the huge teleportation expenses incurred as a result, the harsh and cruel environment here alone could kill most of the outsiders.

On the flip side, that's a staggering amount of family expenses!

Therefore, when the sorcerers invade those small bits, they will only selectively strike surgical precision against the upper echelons of the indigenous forces. Using brutal and terrifying methods to remove the stubborn and the brains in the indigenous forces, but their underlying structure would still be preserved.

Once they were all eliminated, the Sorcerer Family couldn't spare the manpower to re-establish a power system that could firmly rule the world. Therefore, the head of the Troll Kingdom must be cut off, but its body must be preserved.

This would make it easier for the witches to take its place and establish a ruling class that was sparse in number, but had deep control over the natives of this place.

Therefore, when waging a plague war, the witches must also strictly control the area and extent of the plague's spread, but not dry up and mess up the world.

The plague controlled by the Plague Poison Spirit Remy was undoubtedly very powerful!

However, this was a different world after all, and the laws of the bit plane and the way the elements operated were vastly different in a paradoxical way. As a result, the contagiousness, lethality and survivability of the plague were all suppressed to varying degrees.

On top of that, the Troll clan was all strong and healthy, and generally possessed a tough life force and not weak magic resistance. This also caused the plague spread by Remy to never reach the level of transforming them into plague creatures.

In the human-dominated bit world there, Remy could easily and easily transform every bit native he encountered into his own plague servant with just one person.

One man into an army!

Poisonous Remy could even fight an entire bit by himself.

Of course, if all the strongest people in the bit world were to aggregate, Remy, who didn't have many combat skills, would probably have to pay a considerable price to survive the opponent's backlash.

Thus, the different bit systems and the different power levels also made the terrible plague that Remy spread, which could have ravaged the entire bit world, fall on the troll legions, but instead it only became a 'malady' that slowly eroded their life force!

The deadly effects of the plague terror were not shown, but it had managed to cut down the overall strength of the Troll Legion.

The troll legions had stopped searching for invaders and instead entrenched themselves and began to do their best to save their companions who were infected with the 'malady'. With the assistance of the witch doctor, the condition of the infected was under control, and there was no widespread transformation into servant corpses.

Therefore, in this dense forest, the offensive and defensive situation between the two sides had even changed.

The Troll Legion, whose numbers were absolutely superior, was the main defender, while the flexible and mobile Blood Race, with two 3rd rank vampires leading them, became the attacking side.

Every time at night, Mary led a group of vampires to storm the trolls' temporary camp, hoping to break through and kill the troll witch doctor who was in the way.

The trolls, on the other hand, kept a strict defense.

On the outskirts, they set up a crude camp, lit a pile of bonfires, and then tightly defended around them. Anyone who dared to appear within their line of sight would be met with a storm of spear-throwing attacks.

In fact, in terms of strength alone, the Troll Warriors weren't feeble, and even jungle combat could reach a medium level of strength. They generally had 1st rank strength, strong physiques, tough vitality, and their close combat battles weren't even weaker than ordinary 1st rank Body Tempering Sorcerers.

In close combat, they have steel-hardened wooden spears and poison-hardened pike darts; in mid-range and short-range, they can throw their spears with great power and accuracy. All things considered, the Troll clan of the Hexen Dimension had an extremely good warrior potential.

Once this bit was taken down, the Crimson Clan would have an additional slave army with good strength in disguise!

...................

Night fell.

The entire jungle was plunged into a strange silence.

The night wind blew, the sound of branches and leaves scraping and fondling rose and fell like the tide lapping against the shore, incessantly.

And beneath this calm, there was no telling how many people were moving silently, lurking, on guard....

On the outskirts of the troll camp, a cluster of tall and bright bonfires were lit.

At this moment, a troll leader with 3rd rank primary strength was standing alone between two campfires, roaring and roaring at the dark, black jungle.

Rows of wooden throwing spears were planted upside down on the land in front of and behind it, while five clashing, clanking metal pike darts hung from its waist.

In the darkness of the distant jungle, within the luxuriant canopy of a tall, ancient tree, Mary, who was silently surveying the daring troll leader through the gaps between the constantly swaying branches, finally managed to speak.

"Who knows what this bastard is yelling about?"

When you first arrive on a different plane, you seek out the natives of the plane and draw on their knowledge and memories to grasp the basic conditions of the plane. This is an ability that every qualified sorcerer must have.

Within the sorcery system, extracting memory fragments and extracting language abilities are also common sorcery methods!

Unfortunately, Mary didn't seem to have any intention of learning the crude and primitive indigenous language of this dimension.

Thus, seeing a troll leader covered in red and green paint and standing there constantly growling loudly, the other party was no different in Mary's eyes than a chest beating, roaring gorilla.

Intelligent beings....

Bah, with them they deserve....

"Master, this fellow seems to have launched an honor challenge..." explained Winelier, who was only promoted to 2nd rank vampire by hard form thanks to Mary's favor, gently explaining beside him.

"An honor challenge?"

"It is a singular provision in the sacred code of the Troll kingdom that any Troll noble has the power to challenge the honor of their enemy. This challenge is limited to both parties involved, and no third party is allowed to interfere in it, or else it will be considered a challenge to that Feathered Serpent God's authority."

"Oh..." hearing that, Mary was slightly more interested, "So what about the winner and the loser?"

"The victor will have everything, and the defeated will be the slaves of the other!"

"It seems that this troll kingdom is also a society that emphasizes the survival of the fittest, and the guy who can occupy a high position must be the most powerful individual within the entire group. They like to use force to determine their status, so it's no wonder their own knowledge and civilization system is so feeble!"

"Aye, Master! This Hazen bit only has primitive and crude hunting techniques, not even large-scale cultivation and farming have appeared, it's no wonder they can't support the height a civilization deserves. You see, there are 3rd stage trolls blocking the way here, should we go around in another direction to have a look?"

Mary's beautiful narrow eyes narrowed, as if she were thinking hard about something.

Finally, she spoke up.

"Winlier, do you think that if I accept this troll's challenge, their feathered serpent gods will project their power over here?" As she said this, Mary's eyes had narrowed to slits, and a chilling cold murderous intent was hidden within.

"This... Master, the trolls play faith worship. This troll leader's power has reached stage 3, and must also be a famous figure within the troll kingdom, so being able to borrow the Feathered Serpent God's might to some extent is also a probability. Rashly fighting against such an opponent, I'm afraid the situation will be difficult to grasp!"

"So it's a certainty that it will come? Hmph, sooner or later, we're going to have to fight with that pretender. Rather than running to its lair to fight, it's better to get to know the test here first... You guys wait here, I'll go meet that ungrateful fellow!"

With a single leap, Mary appeared in the middle of the battlefield as a bloody shadow!