Age of Adepts

Nightfall.

The wet swamp shrouded in darkness was even more special.

In a clearing by the lake, Emelia lit a bonfire and began cooking a broth in a stew pot. Along with some fresh mushrooms that had been picked on the spur of the moment, the fragrant smell drifted far and wide in the mist and wet swamp....

Remy had gone nowhere since dark.

For it, Grim wasn't the least bit worried.

After all, the title of 3rd stage Plague Poison Spirit wasn't called for nothing. If it were to launch a fierce attack, Remy alone could make a small area become dead in an instant.

As for Grim, he had arrived at the top of a huge mushroom tree from the moment night fell, sitting on the edge of the umbrella cover, remotely examining the distinctive bit of the surrounding environment and natural landscape, and was filled with admiration and awe for the ghostly works of nature.

The heavy wet fog floating above the swamp made the stars in the sky look dim and blurry.

And within sight, a large or small mushroom trees rising and falling, like a mushroom jungle is generally breathtaking. Being here, one would have the illusion that the mushrooms are not getting bigger, but they are suddenly getting smaller.

In a trance, it's as if a human being has suddenly become an ant, and the wild mushrooms that used to be crushed by the roadside have now become gigantic trees.

In the midst of the mushroom jungle, the fluorescent spores are as dense and light as fireflies.

They are everywhere, all the time, taking root wherever they float, and growing into new mushrooms.

Some are lucky enough to grow so large that they become part of the vast mushroom jungle, while others have just sprouted buds that are swallowed by the wandering fungus giants and swamp creatures.

In addition to these fluorescent spores, there are also a number of magnified spore flying bats that can be seen in the wet marsh sky. They were also feeding on the fluorescent spores, flying around a giant mushroom umbrella, chasing and devouring these small, free-floating creatures.

These spore bats resembled devil fish in appearance, gliding freely in the air with their flattened wings, with a black thorn at the end of their long tail that was trailing behind them, emitting bitter toxins.

Ordinary spore flying bats naturally wouldn't dare to mess with Grim.

But there would always be unenlightened guys who would come to the door themselves.

So, while Grim was sitting on top of the 50 meter tall giant mushroom umbrella and enjoying the unique night scenery, a spore flying bat with a biological level of 2 discovered him and launched a swift attack on him.

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

Its attack method, on the other hand, was rather monotonous, either spitting acid or swooping down to attack with a highly poisonous tail. Naturally, such an attack method couldn't threaten Grim in the slightest, and if it didn't want to experience the so-called Battle Spirit, Grim would have been able to end the battle in five or six handfuls of time.

The acid spewed by the Black Wing was evaporated by the fireball that the Grim had condensed, and every time it tried to get close to the Grim, it was forced back by the flames that came rushing towards it.

After several fruitless trials, the rushing, furious Blackwing finally unleashed its battle spirit abilities.

A strange spiritual shockwave descended on Grim's body, not very powerful, but the strange paralyzing force that came with it made Grim freeze in place.

The strange ability of a rank 3 creature could actually take effect on a rank 4 Grim without regard to magic resistance, and not for a short period of time. Such a bizarre ability immediately caught Grim's attention!

Taking advantage of the gap where Grim's eyes were wide open and his body stiffened, the black wing glided swiftly past, taking advantage of the staggering gap, and the highly poisonous sharp thorns behind him slashed at his neck.

But that was all its attack was!

In the next second, a large hand that burned with a raging flame grabbed the Black Winged Bat Tail and fixed it firmly in place. And next, the flames skyrocketed, spreading rapidly down the bat-tail to Blackwing's entire body.

The horrible burning pain caused Blackwing to ache and struggle and roll desperately, but it was difficult to escape the control of the large hand of flame.

And in Grim's mind, the chip that had already returned to normal finally emitted a series of beeps.

"Mental Paralysis, Spore Flying Bats elite level creature's unique racial ability. During combat, the surface of the body sheds some special scale powder on its own, silently invading the opponent's body. When necessary, it will be triggered by spirit power, paralyzing its spirit and causing it to lose its ability to resist."

"It turns out that it's not purely a spiritual ability, but a means of combining spiritual power and special substances." Grim couldn't help but chant.

He had somewhat overstated today's battle.

If he really considered this Blackwing as an opponent, even if he didn't hold up the Burning Field, he would use the Flame Boundary to protect his body. This way, even if the opponent sowed even more scale powder, it would be incinerated as soon as it entered the boundary range, so how could it threaten Grim in the slightest.

However, the opponent's scale powder was actually able to paralyze the mental consciousness of a 4th stage sorcerer, and although it was short-lived, it was worth studying.

Just as Grim's heart was moving and the thought of killing someone to go sample was hidden in his consciousness, an unusually old voice suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"Alien guest from afar, please spare this ignorant fellow! On behalf of it, and on behalf of the wet marsh, I offer you my sincere apologies..."

When Grim turned around suddenly, not far behind him, a strange creature that was only a meter tall was calmly staring at him.

If it wasn't for sensing the pure natural scent in the other's body, perhaps Grim would have taken it for an ordinary swamp pollution monster. The one-meter tall body seemed too small, its surface covered with brown-black algae and some foul-smelling black silt, and its true face was obscured by the messy hair-like algae, making it difficult to peer into its emptiness.

However, the powerful spiritual pressure of that 4th rank creature was real!

"You are... "With a thought, Grim's flames burning on the surface of the black wing instantly extinguished.

But after being hit hard, that black wing also became moribund, and its entire body sagged softly, only the bat tail was still saved in Grim's hand.

"Greetings, faraway stranger, I am Moat, the wise man of this swamp!"

"So you're Moat, and to be honest, we were just about to go looking for you!" Grim's heart was slightly shocked, and he was also a bit scrupulous about the prowess of these wise men.

"Strange guest from afar, before we find a place to talk, do you think... that you might be able to save this fellow Blackwing?" This Moat was a small man, but he spoke without humility and with a truly convincing air of authority.

Grim lifted his right hand, looked at the charred black wings and smiled faintly.

"I can only be good at setting fires, not saving people. If your Excellency has a way, I'd like to see what you can do!"

"If His Excellency has no objection, then it's easy, leave it to me." Moat's face was hidden beneath the shaggy algae, making it impossible to see the change in its expression.

It was leaning on an ebony crutch that was half a head taller than itself, and gently at its feet, it fired a straw-green plant-based light wave that struck the scorched black wings.

Immediately, with a crackle of flesh and blood, the charred skin on the surface of the black wing burst off, revealing a new skin growing underneath. The black wing that was dying a moment ago was instantly revived, but due to Grim's terrifying awe, it remained paralyzed on the ground, not daring to move a bit.

A 4th stage wise man personally pleaded for mercy, this face Grim had to give.

Grim snorted lightly, and with a single stroke of his right hand, he cut off the section of the Black Winged Bat Tail's poisonous stinger.

The stinger fell on top of the mushroom umbrella cap and bounced a few times, while Blackwing, still in Grim's control, trembled in pain, but still didn't dare to struggle excessively.

"Go on, and next time remember to be more observant and not mess with guys who are tougher than you!" Grim casually threw away the black wings and took in the cut poisonous stinger in his hand and put it away.

There were some scales on the surface of the stinger as well, enough to study those scale powders!

As soon as he was released, that 3rd rank black wing immediately flew away without looking back, and his original fierce and brutal temperament could no longer be found.

That Moat calmly watched all of this and did not speak out against it.

Sniffing the fragrant broth scent coming from beneath the mushroom giant tree, Grim Ug smiled and took the initiative to invite, "Emelia's broth is ready, Lord Moat, why don't you reward yourself and taste it together?"

The other smiled 'lightly'.

"So much for dawdling!"

Emelia didn't seem to be the least bit surprised by the sudden appearance of the Swamp Wise Moat in the middle of the camp. For they had already come into contact with a wise man of a small region on this trip, and it seemed that these wise men had some sort of strange way of contacting and communicating with each other.

Therefore, the other party was able to come to their door after they had just entered the wetland swamp for a day, and Emelia had expected it.

She attentively served the two of them to sit down beside the campfire, then served them each a large bowl of broth, and with the soft bread and cheese, the three of them ate and drank freely.

As they ate and drank, Grim had a sidelong glance at this bizarrely shaped swamp wise man, and finally managed to say, "Sir Moat, I wonder what race you come from?"

Truth be told, Grim had been speculating about the race of this Moat ever since he saw it. Unfortunately, every single one of them was plausible and unconvincing.

"Oh, I'm afraid my origin race is a bit unexpected to your Excellency..." that Moat smiled heedlessly, "I'm a Swamp Giant!"

Swamp Giants.....over a meter tall....

Hearing the other man's answer, Grim was momentarily confused.