Age of Adepts

The entire wetland swamp is vast and rich in species.

And because of the special bit environment, it had given birth to all sorts of strange creatures and plants.

But in terms of the largest number, it undoubtedly belonged to those strange spores that flew around in the sky.

According to the results of the chip scans and tests, the genetic fragments of the spores could be detected in the bodies of all the creatures in the Wetland Swamp. It could even be said in a rude way that the ecosystem of the wetland swamp was formed by relying on a large number of spores and various plants and animals that had invaded and combined.

The source of these spores comes from the ubiquitous mushroom jungle in the wetland swamp.

The mushrooms grow and serve as shelter and food for a variety of swamp creatures. And mature mushrooms release thousands of exotic spores that spread their genetic properties everywhere.

Too many types of mushrooms, too many genetically different spores, parasitize and infest all the plants and animals of the wetland swamp, giving birth to all sorts of strange and magical creatures and plants.

Originally, this was an unusually slow and peaceful evolutionary process, but with the intervention of the Demon Spores, the process seemed to be gradually accelerating.

The Demon Spores are small, they don't have a strong body, they don't have great divine power, they don't have magical abilities, they were originally just an insignificant and inferior race in the Wetland Swamp.......

The Magic Spore Clan was again very powerful, they used the spore forest to breed a surprising number of parasitic spores, and then let them mix into the unique mushroom-spore system of the Wetland Swamp, little by little infesting the surrounding powerful races.

During the three hundred long years that the Demonic Spore Clan had settled in the Wetland Swamp, they had infested a large number of fungal giants, many swamp lords, and incidentally, a powerful ogre clan.

These clans that suffered from the mutated spore infestation all became servants of the Demon Spore Clan, faithfully escorting them on their behalf. Therefore, even if they sensed the slightest hint of something wrong, it would be very difficult for the powerful people in the Wetland Swamp to pass through these servant territories to find trouble with the Demon Spore Tribe!

Because the relationships and circumstances were so complicated and convoluted, it had taken a great deal of effort even for Grim's mind to sort out the current situation in the Wet Swamp.

Of course, there was no shortage of some insider information that Emelia had secretly passed along!

After all, half of Emelia's soul memories came from that Demon Spore Princess. Although this guy had lost in the internal battles of the Magic Spore Clan and thus fled the country, there were still many top secrets of the family remaining in her memories.

Among them, the topographical map of the Magic Pod Cave and information about the strongest members of the Mjolnir Clan were the focus of Grim's special attention.

The leader of the Magic Spore Clan who opposed Emelia, her uncle Farneson, was only a Tier 3 minor character. However, the fungus giant it chose to fuse with, Mullagash, was an actual 4th-rank monster. Thus once it fought, it was still to be treated as a terrifying 4th rank powerhouse.

In addition to the Fungus Giant, Faunson had also half-raised and half-subjugated a powerful Swamp Lord, Krach.

This was also a terrifying swamp lord with a strength as high as 4th rank, possessing terrifying power and a life force that was so strong that it was desperate.

In addition to that, Faunson was also able to mobilize Gore Firth, the chieftain of the Angrosh Ogre Tribe, which was also a terrifying fellow of rank 4.

In terms of comparative strength, the Wet Swamp had a total of eight rank 4 creatures, while there were currently as many as three that belonged to the Demon Spore clan. The remaining five, while still able to form a certain numerical advantage, were like scattered sand that was difficult to truly gather.

However, it was fortunate that there was that Swamp Wise Moat in the center of the liaison, and only then did this Anti-Magic Spore Alliance have a reluctant core. As for Grim, due to Emelia's stance and the Source Life Water, it was also naturally biased towards the side of the Anti-Magic Spore Alliance.

In the time that followed, Grim went to several more blight-ravaged regions in succession, where he captured sporeman after sporeman who had gone out to feed. And as the evidence became more and more conclusive, the other community leaders and strongmen who had gotten the news finally became angry!

On the seventeenth day that Grim and his three men entered the wet swamp, a terrible civil war in the swamp finally broke out!

The once tranquil and peaceful wetland swamp has now become a battlefield everywhere, and every moment you can see and hear different races and forms of swamp creatures roaring and fighting in the dark and treacherous mushroom forest....

Grim was walking through a dimly lit area under a giant mushroom tree with Remy, and as soon as he turned a small mound, he came face to face with a group of swamp creatures in the midst of a frantic battle and fight.

On one side were three lumbering, huge swamp giants. They were all over seven meters tall, and their bodies were as stout as a large bear, but the claws on their upper limbs had been replaced by long, thick tentacle whips, and their bodies were covered with greenish-gray moss and lichen, with a number of white cell sacs occasionally visible as well.

They clearly belonged to the Anti-Monsterspore Alliance side.

On the other side were more than twenty equally tall and strong Anglo-Spanish Ogres.

The ogres were generally only three to four meters tall, barely reaching the waist of the Swamp Giant. But they were numerous and well-trained, not as foolish and dull as the ogres of other worlds had shown.

The ogre side seemed to have a reasonable mix of occupations, with seven or eight ogre warriors with wooden shields in front holding back the charge and sucker punches of the three swamp giants, while in the middle there were more than a dozen ogre barbarians frantically beating each other with stone hammers or wolftooth clubs.

At the back of the ogre ranks, two tall shaman priests were still standing.

They either threw a cloud of red mist onto the ogre warriors or barbarians, making their battle intent even stronger, or threw a red fireball onto the swamp giants, blasting them with a series of roars and scorched bodies....

Two rank 2 and one rank 1 swamp giant squads were actually forced to retreat by a group of ogre squads that were no more than rank 1, looking like they were on the verge of defeat.

Grim was standing not far away with his witch staff in hand, silently surveying the battlefield, not knowing what he was pondering inside. On the other hand, Remy was wearing a little piggyback look, examining the two sides of the battlefield unkindly.

Seeing an outsider rashly approaching the battlefield, an ogre barbarian soldier nearest to Grim roared and rushed over with a huge stone hammer that was a meter in diameter.

That huge size coupled with the heavy stone hammer, every time the opponent stepped on the ground, a slight tremor would occur in the earth. The dull thud of footsteps was simply like a low war drum beaten by a human.

As the battle was dominant, the two ogre shaman priests who were standing at the back of the group inadvertently cast their gaze over. When they saw that the object of their companion's charge was a skinny fellow less than 2 meters tall and short, they couldn't help but grin and ho-ho giggle.

Although they had considerable intelligence, they were still a distant distance from forming true wisdom. Knowledge needed to be accumulated, wisdom could be passed on, and it was by no means a matter of growing a big brain to be called an intelligent creature!

However, in the next moment, the two Ogre Shaman Priests could not help but cry out in alarm at the same time.

In the distance, that inconspicuous-looking 'small' human even raised his wooden staff and fired five flaming fireballs with amazing fluctuations of flame energy in one breath. The first to bear the brunt of the ogre barbarian soldier only halfway to the fireball was directly hit by the fireball, and then the entire body was burst by a series of fireballs in the air, turned into a patter of blood mist sprinkled on the ground.

The entire battlefield Woodlands was quiet, and both sides of the battle couldn't help but stop what they were doing, turning their heads to look at the remnants of the ogre's body that was nearly half engulfed by the flames.

"Level 4... he's..." an Ogre Shaman Priest at the back of the battlefield shouted in alarm.

But before it could finish its sentence, the 'short' human in the distance suddenly disappeared. Then it was horrified to discover that the other party had already come to its side.

He couldn't care less about holding a spell to cast a spell, although the head is not ogre warriors and barbarian soldiers strong shaman priest is not a benevolent generation, on the hand thick as a stone pillar like wooden stick smashed to the other side.

Listen to the fierce wind, don't look at the wooden stick can't be compared to the stone hammer, can swing round to smash on the body of ordinary swamp creatures can also make the other side broken bones.

But unfortunately, it was a terrifying Legendary Fire Witch it wanted to deal with!

Grim didn't even have to push the Flame Sorcery, as soon as the wand in his hand touched this shaman priest, the flame energy in the other's body was instantly ignited.

In the next second, that shaman priest who was wielding a wooden stick with awe a moment ago, his entire body instantly burst into flames. Flames shot out from its large mouth, from its nostrils, from inside its ears... and even from all of its skin pores, causing it to burn into a giant human torch in the shortest amount of time possible.

It shrieked in pain, its eyes had been burned blind, running helplessly and dazedly in a frenzy.

When the flame energy in its body was exhausted, the body flame instantly extinguished, its entire body had been scorched black and withered like a piece of charcoal, and fell to the ground with a thud, without any breath.

When the flame was burning, it was still alive, but when the flame was extinguished, it was dead.

Things were so weird sometimes!

The remaining shaman priest looked at Grim with horror in his eyes, and when he realized that the other party had shifted its attention to him, he immediately fled with his head in shock. But before it could run two steps, a red ray shot out from Grim's eyes and slashed through its legs.

Wherever the crimson ray passed, the earth was cut with a deep scorch mark, and the shaman priest's legs broke knee-deep, and his entire body fell to the ground, also howling in pain.

The two shaman priests with advanced 1st rank strength were no match for Grim, and having been so easily abused by it, the remaining ogres dared not move forward even more.

They cried out with fear in their hearts and immediately scattered as birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

Grim only blew down five of them with his fiery fireballs, and the rest had fled into the distant mist and disappeared.