A terrifying plague broke out in the forest!
Although the witch doctors tried their best to save them, more than half of the troll warriors were infected by the spores. All they could do was roll on the ground and scratch their bodies until they were covered in blood.
The Giant Demon Clan wasn't a bunch of fools.
Although they weren't as smart as human wizards, they were still the rulers of the Heisen Plane.
Through a variety of tests, they finally discovered some flaws or shortcomings of the poisonous cloud.
They were afraid of fire!
The poison cloud wasn't inanimate, but a living organism made up of billions of tiny plague bacteria. That was why they were afraid of fire.
After discovering this, the Trolls immediately lit up torches and began to use the flames to burn the lingering poisonous clouds. Sure enough, as the flames surged past, the poisonous plague cloud emitted tiny crackling sounds of explosions.
Most of the poison cloud was incinerated by the flames, but the infected trolls couldn't be incinerated like that. Thus, the troll leader could only gather them in a clearing in the forest and order the witch doctors to treat them as soon as possible.
In order to save their companions, more than twenty troll witch doctors gathered together. They set up a huge iron pot in the middle of the clearing and quickly boiled a medicine that could expel the plague.
They wore strange clothes, and their faces and bodies were smeared with strange patterns. They nervously danced around the iron pot and threw all kinds of mysterious herbs into it. Steam rose from the boiling soup, and a terrible, pungent, choking smell wantonly filled the forest.
But one had to say, this witch doctor's method, which was filled with primitive and ignorant aura, really did have a certain effect.
After inhaling the smell of the medicine, the infected who were struggling in pain in the forest calmed down a little, and their cries of pain became much softer.
Mary and Remy, who were hiding in the dark and observing the trolls, couldn't help but shake their heads.
After all, the plague could only be used as a support in the war. It couldn't be the main focus of the war. One of the main reasons was that the true meaning of the planar war was to accumulate resources and plunder people, building a stable colonial system that could continuously 'transfuse' blood into one's family.
During this process, the native forces of the Old World could not be completely destroyed. Instead, they had to try their best to preserve them.
It could be imagined that if they used the plague or other witchcraft to kill all the Trolls in one go, the Crimson Family would lose tens of thousands of Grade 1 slaves. Later on, whether it was the establishment of large plantations or the development of mines, a large number of strong slaves were needed.
Could it be that the Crimson Family would have to transport a large number of slaves from another plane to develop the Heisen Plane?
Not to mention the huge teleportation fees, just the harsh and cruel environment here could kill most of the outsiders.
One positive and one negative, this was an astonishing amount of expenses for the family!
Hence, when Magi invaded those small planes, they would only choose to carry out surgical precision attacks on the upper echelons of the native forces. Cruel and terrifying methods were used to eliminate the stubborn members and leaders of the native forces, but their underlying structure still had to be preserved.
Once all of them were killed, the wizard families would not be able to spare enough manpower to rebuild a stable power system that could rule this world. Hence, the heads of the Troll Kingdom had to be chopped off, but their bodies had to be preserved.
Only then would it be convenient for the Magi to replace them, establishing a ruling class that was few in number but had deep control over the natives.
Hence, when the War of Plagues was launched, the Magi had to strictly control the area and extent of the spread of the plague. They could not kill the goose that laid the golden eggs and throw the world into chaos.
The plague that Remy, the Plague Spirit, controlled was undoubtedly very powerful.
However, this was another world, after all. The laws of the plane and the way the elements operated were very different. Hence, the infectiousness, lethality, and survivability of the plague were suppressed to varying degrees.
On top of that, the Trolls were all strong and healthy, possessing tenacious vitality and strong magic resistance. This was why Remy's plague could never reach the level where he could transform them into plague creatures.
In the plane where humans were the dominant force, Remy only needed one person to easily turn the natives of every plane he met into his plague slaves.
One person could form an army!
Remy, the Plague Spirit, could even take on the entire plane by himself.
Of course, if all the powerful beings of the plane gathered together, Remy, who did not have many combat skills, would have to pay a heavy price to survive the counterattack.
Hence, the difference in the plane's system and power level meant that the terrible plague that Remy spread, which could have wreaked havoc in the entire plane, was only a 'malady' that slowly sapped away their vitality when it fell on the troll army.
The terrifying and fatal effects of the plague were not displayed, but it had successfully reduced the troll army's overall strength.
The troll army had already stopped searching for the invaders, and had instead gathered together to treat their companions who had been infected with the 'malady'. With the help of the witch doctors, the infected's condition was under control, and the situation of a large number of them turning into servant corpses did not occur.
Hence, in this dense forest, the offensive and defensive positions of both sides changed.
The troll army, which had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, was in charge of defense, while the nimble and mobile vampires, led by two Grade 3 vampires, were in charge of attacking.
Every time, under the cover of the night, Mary would lead a group of vampires to attack the temporary camps set up by the trolls, hoping to break through the encirclement and kill the few troll witch doctors who were in the way.
The trolls, on the other hand, were strictly on guard.
On the periphery, they set up simple tents and lit piles of bonfires. Then, they surrounded the bonfires and carried out a tight defense. Anyone who dared to appear in their line of sight would be greeted with a storm of spears.
In fact, in terms of strength, the troll warriors were not weak. They could even fight in the middle of the plane in the forest. They generally had Grade 1 strength, strong bodies, and tenacious vitality. In close combat, they were not weaker than ordinary Grade 1 body-refining wizards.
In close combat, they had strange wooden spears that were as hard as steel and poisoned spears. In mid-range and close-range combat, their spears were heavy and powerful, and their accuracy was extremely high. All in all, the troll race of the Heisen Plane had the potential to be excellent warriors.
Once they took down this plane, the Crimson family would have a decent slave army!
… …
Night fell.
The entire forest fell into a strange silence.
The night wind blew, and the sound of leaves rustling against each other rose and fell like the waves crashing against the shore.
And under this tranquility, who knew how many people were quietly moving, lying in ambush, and keeping their guard up …
On the outskirts of the troll camp, large and bright bonfires were lit.
At this moment, a Troll Chieftain with the strength of a Grade 3 Primary Troll was standing alone between two bonfires, roaring furiously at the gloomy, dark forest.
In front of and behind him, rows of wooden spears were stabbed into the ground. Hanging from his waist were five metal spears that clanged against each other.
In the darkness of the distant forest, in the luxuriant crown of a tall ancient tree, Mary silently sized up the brave troll leader through the swaying branches. She could not help but speak.
"Who knows what this bastard is yelling about?"
When one first arrived in a different plane, they would look for the natives and absorb their knowledge and memories to grasp the basic situation of the plane. This was an ability that every qualified Magus had to have.
In the Magus system, the extraction of memory fragments and the extraction of language abilities were rather common Magi methods!
It was a pity that Mary had no intention of learning the crude and primitive language of this plane.
Hence, seeing the troll leader covered in red and green roaring continuously, in Mary's eyes, it was no different from a gorilla that was beating its chest and roaring angrily.
Intelligent beings …
Pfft, they're not worthy …
"Master, this fellow seems to have issued an honour challenge …" Wenlier, who had relied on Mary's favour to become a Grade 2 Vampire, explained softly.
"Honour challenge?"
"This is a strange rule in the Troll Kingdom's sacred code. Any troll noble has the right to issue an honour challenge to their enemy. This challenge is limited to both parties, and no third party is allowed to interfere. Otherwise, it will be seen as a challenge to the authority of the Quetzalcoatl. "
"Oh …" Hearing this, Mary's interest was piqued. "What about the winner?"
"The winner will have everything, and the loser will become the other party's slave!"
"It seems like the Troll Kingdom is a society where survival of the fittest is important. Those who can occupy a high position must be the strongest individual in the group. They like to use force to determine their status. No wonder their knowledge and culture is so weak! "
"Yes, Master! The Heisen Plane only had primitive and crude hunting techniques, and there wasn't even any large-scale farming or breeding. It was no wonder that they couldn't support the height of a civilization. Look, there's a Grade 3 troll blocking the way. Should we take a detour and take a look? "
Mary's beautiful eyes narrowed, as if she was seriously considering something.
Finally, she spoke.
"Wenlier, if I accept this troll's challenge, do you think the Quetzalcoatl will project its power over?" When she said this, Mary's eyes had already narrowed into slits, faintly emitting a chilling murderous intent that made people tremble in fear.
"This … Master, the Trolls play with faith and worship. This troll leader has reached Grade 3, so he must be a famous figure in the Troll Kingdom. It's very likely that he can borrow the power of the Quetzalcoatl to a certain extent. If we fight with such an opponent, we might not be able to grasp the situation! "
"So it will definitely descend? Hmph, sooner or later, we'll have to fight with that fellow. Rather than running into its nest to fight, it's better to test it out here first … You guys wait here, I'll go meet that reckless guy! "
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