The wetland swamp was huge and rich in species.
Due to the special environment, all sorts of strange creatures and plants were nurtured.
But in terms of numbers, the strange spores that filled the sky were undoubtedly the most numerous.
According to the A.I. Chip's scanning and detection, the gene fragments of the spores could be detected in all the creatures in the wetland swamp. To put it bluntly, the ecosystem of the wetland swamp was formed by the infection and combination of numerous spores and various plants and animals.
And the source of these spores came from the mushroom forest that was everywhere in the wetland swamp.
The mushrooms grew and became the residence and food of all sorts of swamp creatures. Meanwhile, a mature mushroom would release thousands of strange spores, spreading its genetic attributes to various places.
There were too many types of mushrooms and too many spores with different genes. They parasitized and infected all the plants and animals in the wetland swamp, giving birth to all sorts of strange magical creatures and plants.
Originally, this was an abnormally slow and peaceful mutation process, but with the involvement of the Mospore race, this process seemed to gradually accelerate.
The Mospore race was insignificant. They did not have strong bodies, mighty divine strength, and magical abilities. They were originally an inconspicuous and inferior race in the wetland swamp …
The Mospore race was extremely powerful. They used the spore forest to breed an astonishing number of parasitic spores, and then mixed them into the unique mushroom system of the wetland swamp — the spore system, slowly infecting the surrounding powerful races.
In the three hundred years that the Mospore race lived in the wetland swamp, they infected a large number of fungus giants, many swamp lords, and even a powerful ogre tribe.
These tribes that were infected by the mutated spores became the servants of the Mospore race, loyally protecting them. Hence, even if they sensed that something was wrong, the powerful beings in the wetland swamp would find it difficult to pass through these servants' territories to find trouble with the Mospore race!
As the relationships and situation were too complicated and complicated, even with Grim's brain, he had to spend a lot of effort to sort out the current situation of the wetland swamp.
Of course, there was no lack of inside information that Emelia had secretly passed to him!
After all, half of Emelia's soul memories came from the Mospore princess. Although this guy lost in the internal strife of the Mospore clan and left his homeland, his memory still retained many top secrets of the clan.
Among them, the topographic map of the Magic Pod Cave and the information about the experts of the Mospore Tribe were the focus of Grimm's attention.
The patriarch of the Mospore clan, who was Emelia's uncle, Faensen, was just a Grade 3 nobody. However, the Fungus Giant it had chosen to fuse with was a bona fide Tier 4 monster. Hence, if they were to fight, they would have to treat him as a terrifying Type 4 powerhouse.
Other than the fungus giant, Farnson also half-roped in and half-enslaved a powerful Swamp Lord, Cratch.
This was also a Tier 4 Upper-rank Swamp Lord. It possessed frightening power and a tenacious vitality that could cause one to despair.
Apart from that, Faernson could also mobilize the chief of the Angloss Ogre Tribe, Gorfis, who was also a terrifying Grade 4 monster.
In terms of strength, there were a total of eight Grade 4 monsters in the wetland swamp, and three of them belonged to the Mospore clan. Although the remaining five could still form a numerical advantage, they were like a plate of loose sand that could not be truly united.
Fortunately, there was the Swamp Sage, Moat, who was the middleman to contact them, allowing the anti-Mospore alliance to have a core. As for Grimm, due to Emelia's position and the Life-source Water, he was naturally biased towards the anti-Mospore alliance.
In the following period of time, Grimm went to a few more areas ravaged by the Blight, and captured Sporemen who went out to feed. As the evidence became more and more conclusive, the leaders and powerhouses of the other tribes who received the news finally became furious!
On the 17th day after Grimm's group entered the wetland swamp, a terrifying internal war finally broke out!
The once tranquil and peaceful wetland swamp had now become a battlefield. Every moment in the dark and treacherous mushroom forest, one could see and hear the angry roars and battles of different species and forms of swamp creatures …
Grimm led Remy through a dimly lit giant mushroom tree. Just as they turned around a small mound, they bumped into a group of swamp creatures who were fighting in a frenzy.
On one side, there were three tall and burly Swamp Giants whose movements were staggering. They were all more than seven meters tall, and their bodies were as thick and sturdy as a large black bear. However, the sharp claws on their upper limbs had been replaced by thick long whips of tentacles, and the surface of their bodies was covered in greenish-gray moss and lichens. Occasionally, many white cysts could be seen.
They were obviously on the side of the anti-Mospore alliance.
On the other side, there were more than twenty similarly tall and burly Angloss Ogres.
The Ogres were generally only three to four meters tall, and could barely reach the waist of the Swamp Giants. However, there were many of them, and they were well-trained, unlike the Ogres of other worlds who appeared to be stupid and inflexible.
The Ogres also seemed to have a rather reasonable combination of classes. At the front, there were seven or eight Ogre warriors wielding wooden shields blocking the charge and whip of the three Swamp Giants. In the middle, there were more than ten Ogre Barbarian warriors wielding stone hammers or maces, madly attacking the Swamp Giants.
At the back of the Ogres stood two tall shaman priests.
They would either throw a ball of Red Mist at the Ogre warriors or Barbarian warriors to boost their fighting spirit, or throw crimson fireballs at the Swamp Giants, causing them to roar in anger and scorch their bodies …
The Swamp Giants, consisting of two Grade 2 and one Grade 1, were actually forced to retreat by a group of Grade 1 Ogres, looking like they were about to be defeated.
Grimm leaned on his staff and stood not far away, silently observing the battlefield. No one knew what he was thinking. Beside him, Remy, who had the appearance of a Peppa Pig, was observing both sides of the battlefield with malicious intent.
Seeing outsiders approaching the battlefield, the Ogre Barbarian closest to Grimm roared angrily, raising a huge stone hammer that was a meter in diameter and rushing over.
With its huge body and heavy stone hammer, every time it stepped on the ground, the earth would tremble slightly. Thump thump thump thump! The heavy footsteps sounded just like the low sound of war drums being beaten by humans.
Since they had the upper hand in the battle, the two Ogre Shaman priests standing at the back of the team inadvertently turned their gazes over. When they saw that the target of their companion's charge was a skinny fellow less than two meters tall, they could not help but grin foolishly.
Although they were not weak in intelligence, there was still a long way to go before they could develop true intelligence. Knowledge needed to be accumulated, but intelligence could be passed on. Creatures with large heads could not be called intelligent creatures!
But in the next moment, the two Ogre Shaman priests could not help but exclaim in surprise.
In the distance, that inconspicuous' small 'human raised his wooden staff and shot out five blazing fireballs with shocking energy waves in one breath. The first Ogre Barbarian was sent flying by the fireballs before he could even reach Remy. His body exploded into a cloud of blood mist as the fireballs landed on the ground.
The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent. Both sides stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the remains of the Ogre Barbarian that had been devoured by the flames.
"Grade 4 … He's …" An Ogre Shaman priest at the back of the battlefield cried out in surprise.
But before he could finish his sentence, the 'small' human in the distance suddenly disappeared. Then, he was shocked to find that the human was already beside him.
Although he was not as tall as the Ogre Warriors and Barbarian Barbarians, the shaman priest was not a kind person. He swung the thick wooden staff in his hand at the human.
From the sound of the wind, even though the wooden staff could not compare to a stone staff or hammer, it could still break the bones of an ordinary swamp creature if it was swung in a circle.
But it was a pity that his opponent was a terrifying Legendary Fire Shaman!
Grimm did not even need to use his Fire Spell. He only needed to touch the shaman's staff lightly, and the flames in the shaman's body were instantly ignited.
In the next second, the body of the Shaman priest that had been swinging the wooden staff majestically just a moment ago burst into flames. Flames shot out from its mouth, nostrils, ears … and even from all the pores on its skin, causing it to burn into a huge human-shaped torch in the shortest time possible.
He howled in pain, his eyes burnt blind as he ran around frantically in a helpless manner.
When the flames in his body were exhausted, the flames on his body were extinguished. His body was charred black and withered like a piece of charcoal. He fell to the ground with a thud, no longer breathing.
He was still alive when the flames were burning, but he was dead when the flames were extinguished.
Sometimes, the world was so strange!
The remaining Shaman looked at Grimm in fear. When he realized that Grimm was looking at him, he immediately covered his head and ran away. But before he could take two steps, a scarlet ray shot out from Grimm's eyes, slicing through his legs.
Wherever the Crimson Ray passed, a deep scorch mark was left on the ground. The Shaman's legs were severed at the knees. He fell to the ground and howled in pain.
Not even the two Tier 1 Shaman Priests were a match for Grimm. Seeing how easily he had killed them, the remaining Ogres dared not approach the Swordsman.
They screamed in fear and immediately scattered in all directions.
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