Night fell.
The wetland swamp shrouded in darkness had a unique charm to it.
Amelia lit a bonfire in an empty space beside the lake and started to cook meat soup in a stew pot. Along with some fresh mushrooms that she had picked, the fragrance of the soup spread far and wide in the damp, foggy swamp.
Remy had run off somewhere after dark.
Grimm was not worried about him at all.
After all, he was not called the Rank 3 Plague Poison Spirit for nothing. If he really went all out, Remy alone could turn a small area into a wasteland.
As for Grimm, he arrived at the top of a huge mushroom tree the moment night fell. He sat on the edge of the canopy and observed the unique environment and natural landscape around him, his heart filled with admiration and respect for nature's uncanny workmanship.
The heavy and wet fog floated above the swamp, causing the stars in the sky to appear dim and blurry.
Within his line of sight, there were many mushroom trees of various sizes, rising and falling, like a mushroom forest. Being in this place, one would have the illusion that it was not the mushrooms that had grown bigger, but that they had suddenly shrunk.
In a trance, it was as if a human had suddenly turned into an ant, and the wild mushrooms that could be easily crushed before were now towering trees. His own strength seemed so insignificant and powerless …
In the mushroom forest, the fluorescent spores were as dense and light as fireflies.
They were everywhere, at all times. Wherever they floated, they would take root and grow into new mushrooms.
Some of the lucky mushrooms would grow extremely large and become part of the vast mushroom forest, while others would be eaten by the wandering fungus giants and swamp creatures as soon as they sprouted.
Apart from these fluorescent spores, there were also many enlarged Spore Bats in the sky above the wetland swamp. They were also feeding on the fluorescent spores, flying around the mushroom canopies and chasing after the free-floating little things.
The appearance of these Spore Bats was similar to that of a Stingray. They fluttered their flat bat wings and glided freely in the air. At the end of their long tail wings was a sharp black thorn, which faintly emitted a bitter poisonous aura.
Ordinary Spore Bats naturally did not dare to provoke Grimm.
But there would always be ignorant fools that would come knocking on his door.
Thus, when Grim was enjoying the unique night scenery on top of the giant mushroom canopy that was more than 50 meters high, a rank 2 Spore Bat discovered him and launched a ferocious attack.
It was a Spore Bat with a strange War Spirit. Its bat wings were black, and the surface of its body was covered with brown bristles. Its skin had a good anti-magic property.
Its attacks were rather simple, either spitting acid or swooping down to attack with its venomous tail. Such attacks naturally did not pose a threat to Grimm at all. If not for wanting to experience the so-called War Spirit, Grimm would have ended the battle in five or six seconds.
The acid spat by Black Wing was evaporated by Grimm's fireballs, and every time it tried to approach Grimm, it would be forced back by the flames.
After a few fruitless attempts, the enraged Black Wing finally activated its War Spirit ability.
A strange spiritual shockwave descended on Grimm's body. It was not very powerful, but the accompanying strange paralysis caused Grimm to freeze on the spot.
The strange ability of a Rank 3 creature actually ignored magic resistance and took effect on a Rank 4 Grimm, and it lasted for quite a while. This strange ability immediately attracted Grimm's attention!
While Grimm's eyes were wide open and his body was stiff, the Black Wing quickly glided past him. Taking advantage of the gap between them, the Black Wing suddenly slashed at Grimm's neck with a venomous stinger.
But that was all it could do!
In the next second, a large hand covered in flames grabbed Black Wing's tail and firmly held him in place. Following that, the flames surged and spread along the tail to Black Wing's entire body.
The terrifying burning pain made Black Wing hover between life and death. He struggled with all his might, but he could not escape the grasp of the flaming hand.
In Grimm's mind, the A.I. Chip, which had long since returned to normal, finally issued a series of notifications.
[Mental Paralysis, a special ability unique to Elite Spore Bats. During battle, some special scale powder will fall from the surface of its body and silently invade the opponent's body. When necessary, it can be triggered with spiritual force to paralyze the opponent's mind, causing them to lose the ability to resist.]
"So it's not a pure mental ability, but a combination of spiritual force and a special substance," Grimm muttered to himself.
He had overestimated himself in today's battle.
If he had really treated Black Wing as an opponent, even if he did not use Burning Domain, he would have used Flame Barrier to protect his body. That way, no matter how much scale powder Black Wing scattered, it would all be burned to ashes the moment it entered the barrier. How could it possibly threaten Grimm?
However, since Black Wing's scale powder could paralyze a Rank 4 Sorcerer's consciousness, even if it only lasted for a short period of time, it was still worth investigating.
Just as Grimm was about to kill Black Wing, an abnormally old voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Guest from afar, please let this ignorant fellow go! On behalf of it, on behalf of the wetland swamp, I sincerely apologise to you … "
Grimm suddenly turned around. Not far behind him, a strange creature that was only a meter tall was calmly looking at him.
If not for the pure natural aura within its body, Grimm might have thought it was just an ordinary creature contaminated by the swamp. Its one-meter-tall body was too small. Its body was covered with dark brown algae and smelly black sludge. Its real face was covered by the messy hair of the algae, making it difficult for people to see through its real body.
However, the powerful spiritual pressure of a Rank 4 creature was real!
"You are …" With a thought, the flames on the surface of Grim's black wings were instantly extinguished.
However, with such a heavy injury, Black Wing was on the verge of death. Its body drooped down, leaving only its tail in Grimm's hand.
"Greetings, guest from afar. My name is Moat, the sage of this swamp!"
"So you're Moat. To be honest, we were just about to look for you!" Grimm was slightly shocked. He was a little wary of these sages.
"Guest from afar, before we find a place to talk, do you think … it's possible for you to treat Black Wing?" Although Moat was small in stature, he spoke in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing. He had a convincing air of authority about him.
Grimm raised his right hand and looked at Black Wing, which was charred black. He smiled calmly.
"I'm only good at setting fires, not saving people. If you have a way, I'd like to see what you're capable of! "
"Since you have no objections, leave it to me!" Moat's face was hidden under the messy algae, making it impossible to see the changes in his expression.
He held a black cane that was half a head taller than him. With a light tap of his foot, a green beam of light shot out from the cane at Black Wing's charred body.
Immediately, with a series of crackling sounds of flesh and blood exploding, the scorched skin on the surface of Black Wing exploded and fell off, revealing new skin growing underneath. Black Wing, who was on the brink of death just a moment ago, was suddenly full of vigor. However, due to Grimm's terrifying presence, he remained paralyzed on the ground, not daring to move.
Grimm had no choice but to give face to a Grade 4 sage who was personally pleading for him.
Grimm snorted softly. With a swipe of his right hand, he cut off the stinger on Black Wing's tail.
The stinger fell on the mushroom cap and bounced a few times. Black Wing, who was still under Grimm's control, trembled in pain, but he did not dare to struggle too much.
"Go. Remember to be more careful next time. Don't provoke someone more ruthless than you!" Grimm tossed Black Wing aside and kept the stinger in his hand.
There were some scales on the surface of the stinger. It was enough to study the powder of the scales.
Once released, the Grade 3 Black Wing immediately ran away without looking back. His violent and domineering aura was nowhere to be found.
The Moat watched all this calmly and did not say a word of objection.
Grimm smelled the fragrant meat soup coming from the bottom of the mushroom tree. He smiled and took the initiative to invite Moat, "Emelia's meat soup is ready. Lord Moat, why don't you do me the honor of tasting it together?"
Moat smiled 'calmly'.
"I'll be troubling you then!"
Emelia did not seem surprised at the sudden appearance of Moat, the Sage of the Swamp, in the camp. This was because they had already come into contact with a sage from a small region, and these sages seemed to have some strange way of communicating with each other.
Hence, Emelia had long expected that Moat would come to them a day after they entered the wetland swamp.
She eagerly served the two of them a seat by the campfire and served them a large bowl of meat soup. Along with soft bread and cheese, the three of them ate and drank happily.
As they ate and drank, Grimm glanced at the strange-looking Sage of the Swamp from the corner of his eyes. He could not help but ask, "Lord Moat, may I know which race you are from?"
Truth be told, Grimm had been trying to guess Moat's race ever since he saw him. Unfortunately, all of his guesses were specious and hard to believe.
"Hehe, I'm afraid that my race is a little out of your expectations …" Moat chuckled, "I'm a Swamp Giant!"
Swamp Giant … A Swamp Giant that was over a meter tall …
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