Five years later, in the Centaur Wasteland.
There was an endless barren grassland. The sky was blue and the clouds were white, but there was an ominous blood-colored full moon hanging high in the sky.
"Further north is the Eternal Permafrost. Every year when winter comes, the snow wolves living on the permafrost will go south with the cold current. While the cold winter brings disaster to the people living in the wasteland, it also brings hope for the ice and snow water that is needed next spring. "
Grimm accompanied Hearkening Whisperer as they flew around the Centaur Wasteland.
"This is a small world that I got from another Stigmata Sorcerer. It can produce more than 10,000 mature centaur slaves every year. In the hinterland of corpse-eating thorns in the south, there is a territorial poisonous elemental creature. The last time I tested it, its vitality was 6,022. It should be the strongest lifeform in this world."
"6,022 vitality?"
A white top hat, a pair of illusory green wings on her back, holding a magic staff that emitted light blue light, and bright eyes under her short black hair. More than three thousand years ago, this Hearkening Whisperer Stigmata Sorcerer, who Grimm once followed on his first Demon-Hunting Expedition, had now advanced to Level Five.
Her words were like water ripples, graceful yet calm and wise.
"Oh, it's this mask of mine. Through its special ability, it can roughly estimate the attack power of some flesh and elemental creatures after their bodies have been passively evolved. It's indeed rare to see a creature with a vitality of more than 6000 in this small world."
Under the Mask of Truth, Grimm's dual-colored eyes overlooked the two groups of people fighting each other on the ground in the distance, and explained faintly.
Now that Grimm and the Hearkening Whisperer had descended upon this enslaved world, there were no other lifeforms of the same level. They did not even have the means to pose a slight threat or trouble. Coupled with the invasion of the Principal Will of the Void Fortress, they were really at ease.
"A hundred years ago, after I came to this world to harvest a batch of slaves, I didn't care anymore. Now the quality of the centaurs in the wasteland has improved a lot. Among the tens of thousands of centaurs over there, there are five with vitality above 3,000, and the top one is close to 4,000. Good quality."
From the perspective of a Stigmata Sorcerer, the two groups of centaurs that were fighting for territory were just a slave legion that he raised in this world.
"Hehe, although it is a little barren, it is indeed a complete small world. It seems that I have benefited a lot from you in this transaction."
The Hearkening Whisperer Stigmata Sorceress smiled. She seemed to be very satisfied with the upcoming transaction.
Grimm also shook his head with a smile. "There's nothing much to see in the northern pack of Snow Wolves. Let's go to the southern Zhangze to take a look. Although it's even more barren, it gave birth to some strange creatures. I collected quite a few specimens the last time I was here."
As Grimm spoke, he and the Hearkening Whisperer flew toward the south and disappeared in a flash.
Two days later.
"Little guy, how long have you been in this world? Did you get any unexpected gains?"
After two days of continuous flying in the Centaur Wasteland, Grimm and Hearkening Whisperer appeared in a snowy valley.
The Level-2 Sorcerer who was roasting fish over the fire in the Centaur Wasteland was startled. He stood up with his magic staff in his hand. When he saw that it was two unfamiliar and powerful Sorcerers, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Little guy?
Soon, the Chicken Sorcerer felt the terrible pressure from the Force of Nature around him. He seemed to have thought of something and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Greetings, Masters. This is my seventeenth year of traveling in the Centaur Wasteland. I've walked around the southern poison swamp, the Centaur Wasteland, and the northern tundra. I'm planning to go back and write a book called Travels in the Centaur Wasteland World and put it in the academy library as a contribution. Speaking of unexpected gains, I found a moving glacier in the northern tundra, which is very valuable for research. "
Traveling Arcane Sorcerers were very common. This was the third one that Grimm had seen in this world in the past few days.
"Well, not bad. I hope you can find something."
Grimm's voice was a little dull. After nodding at the little Level-2 Sorcerer, he and the Hearkening Whisperer disappeared in the True Time.
After all, they were only here to accompany the Stigmata Sorcerer to check the traded goods and evaluate the value.
Three days later.
"Hey, there are some unexpected gains this time. Vitality 5733. There is a small group of people hiding in the valley over there. There are less than a hundred of them, but most of their vitality is more than 1000. The leader actually reached 5733. Maybe there are some historical secrets. Master, are you interested?"
Grimm invited the Hearkening Whisperer. The deal had not been completed yet. At this time, the ruler of this world was still Grimm.
"Hmm? Let's take a look. "
Swoosh! Swoosh!
As the two Stigmata Sorcerers, Grimm and Hearkening Whisperer appeared in the open space of this small valley, the people who were working around suddenly saw these two strange creatures standing on two legs. They were all stunned and did not even realize that some of the things in their hands had fallen off.
From their eyes, Grimm read fear. It was a common sight, a fact that he was used to.
"Devil, you finally found us. Even if we are hiding here, you won't let us go?"
Slowly, an old and weak Centaur, accompanied by the strongest Centaur with Vitality 5733, slowly walked out and looked at Grimm and Hearkening Whisperer.
The old Centaur held a bow engraved with all kinds of patterns, while the strongest young Centaur held a long-handled machete. His lower body was a brownish-black horse, and his upper body was a rough human. On his chest, there was a string of ornaments made of unknown bones. He looked very strong, like the king of the new generation of Centaurs.
"Devil, we, the Centaur Royalty, will not surrender. I will fight to the last drop of blood in my body for freedom!"
Grimm and Hearkening Whisperer did not pay attention to these Centaurs at all. They were looking at the murals on the rocks of this small tribe.
On the murals, most of them depicted a blood-colored full moon. The devils were wreaking havoc on the earth, and the sorcerers in human form in the full moon had blood-colored eyes.
"It seems that it is an elite Centaur tribe that fled after conquering this world. I thought it was some ancient remnant that could unearth some historical secrets."
Shaking his head and sighing, Grimm did not care too much.
More often than not, every successful historical excavation was made up of thousands of similar failures.
As for the remnants of the Centaur Royalty who were kept in captivity in this world, the two ignored them and disappeared in a flash.
Ten days later.
As night fell, the poisonous swamp that used to be ravaged by mosquitoes was now oppressively quiet. Only the crackling sound of firewood and firewood could be heard from time to time. The Poisonous Giant Crocodile was shivering and crawling on the ground. Grimm was patiently grilling two pieces of golden meat. The fat was dripping, extremely delicious.
"A fairly complete Centaur Wasteland World. Not bad. Since the Fire Crystal World is the world where His Excellency the Tower of Annihilation first went on a Demon-Hunting Expedition, it has extraordinary commemorative significance. Let's sign a trade contract. Time really flies. In just a few expeditions, an unknown little guy has actually grown into a Stigmata Sorcerer, hehe. "
As she spoke, Hearkening Whisperer handed over the Fire Crystal World Stormwind City Ruling Contract.
"Thank you, Master."
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