This was the depths of a dark and deep mushroom jungle.
The towering mushrooms propped up a huge canopy, blocking the gloomy and gloomy sky, making the light in the forest even darker and darker.
The luminous mushrooms and glimmering moss all over the jungle lit up with colorful fluorescent light. Coupled with the fluorescent spores fluttering in the sky, the mushroom jungle was filled with a strange and evil feeling that only existed in fairy tales.
Looking into the distance through this lush mushroom forest, one could see some strange spore plants growing in a large expanse of open valley. The rhizomes of these plants were very thick, and the fruits that grew on them were even bigger, completely disproportionate to their petite bodies.
Because the fruits on the stems were too large, with a diameter of several meters, the stems of these plants were bent. In the spore field, a Spore Man that was no more than a meter tall was working hard.
They plowed the soil from time to time, watered some green juice, and carefully took care of every plant with huge fruits, as if they were taking care of their own children.
Every time a fruit ripened, the huge fruit ball would burst open, and a thick and viscous fruit juice would flow out from inside. And along with the fruit juice, there would be a strange fetus squeaking with its eyes closed. At this time, the spore people who were responsible for taking care of the spore forest would gather in groups.
They carefully wrapped the fetus, and sent it back to the village to be raised. And with the arrival of the spore forest's maturation period, one after another Magic Spore babies were born, which made the nursery staff extremely busy, and there was no time to rest at all.
And in the periphery of the spore forest, one could see a tall fungus giant constantly patrolling. On the shoulder of each fungus giant, there was an even more petite spore person. The spore person's hands and feet were inserted into the fungus giant's body as if they had melted, as if they had become one with the fungus giant.
Because of this strange ability of the Magic Spore clan, it allowed them to occupy a place in the wetland swamp where monsters ran rampant with their weak body and strength, and slowly infect this territory with the method of spore implantation.
The Magic Spore clan was not monolithic, but divided into two major classes: nobles and civilians.
The so-called magic spores actually referred to the noble class. They generally had all kinds of strange magic abilities. After infecting the swamp creatures, they could also obtain some magic abilities. Ordinary civilians, on the other hand, did not have this kind of ability, so they were generally engaged in hard and tiring work such as nursery workers, plantation workers, and peripheral sentries.
Emelia waited anxiously in the mushroom forest until a sneaky, skinny figure appeared in front of her.
"Uncle Naru, how's the situation in the Holy Land?" Emelia asked anxiously.
"Faernson has already left … I heard that something happened at the Ogre camp, so he rushed over to deal with it! Currently, Theo is the only one guarding the Holy Land, but he has an army of Giants with him. It will be very difficult for you to sneak in! " The one called Naru was an old male Spore Man. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be nearing the end of his life. He was gasping for air even when he spoke a few words.
"What about the secret passage? Does the secret passage that my father secretly dug still exist? "
"The secret passage is still there … However, the matter of you using the secret passage to escape last time has aroused Faernson's suspicion. He has been looking for the secret passage. For this, he has set up many mechanisms and traps in the Holy Land, many of which even I can't detect … "
"Uncle Naru, it's been hard on you. You have always been the most loyal person to our family. You have also watched me grow up. If … If things go smoothly this time, you will leave with me! "
"Princess, have you already decided to give up the ancestral property of the Magic Spore Clan?"
Emelia sighed faintly.
"Naru, you have never walked out of this swamp, so you have no idea how vast and huge this world is. I am now a sorcerer, and the Sorcerer World is a more glorious civilization than the Spirit Realm. The so-called 'business' that our Magic Spore Clan has been operating for hundreds of years seems like a ridiculous farce to me now. Once we leave this closed and conservative world, our Mospore clan will definitely develop and grow stronger, faster … "
"By the way, Uncle Naru, I asked you to secretly rope in some old clansmen who are willing to follow me. How is it going?"
"Your Highness, you have been away for far too long … Many of the old clansmen have passed away one after another. To be on the safe side, I dare not probe recklessly, so I only roped in seven of the most trustworthy fellows! "
Hearing Naru's answer, Emelia's eyes lit up.
"Enough, this is enough! According to the plan, I will sneak into the Holy Land to retrieve the things that originally belonged to my father. You and the clansmen you roped in prepare more seeds, all kinds of seeds will do. Take them all away … Remember, when you see the Holy Land ignite, bring your clansmen back here. At that time, I will bring all of you back to that new world … "
After giving some simple instructions, Emelia sent Naaru away.
Raising her head to look at the dark sky, she sensed the message from her master from afar. Only then did Emelia put on her hood again and quietly slipped into the Holy Land in the distance.
The Magic Spore Clan's Holy Land was located in a huge, winding cave.
If one entered from the front, there would be a sentry every three steps and a sentry every five steps. Along the way, one would encounter countless guards and sentries. Therefore, even with the magical power of the Swamp Sage, Moat, he could not extend his senses and eyes to this place.
Naturally, it was impossible for him to know what the Mospore clan was up to in the dark!
However, the builder of this Holy Land was not Fawnson, but Emelia's father, the previous leader of the Magic Spore Clan. Therefore, Fawnson, who had usurped the throne and power, naturally did not know that there was a hidden passage that led to the outside world in the heavily guarded Magic Spore Holy Land.
…
The battle on the battlefield was still very intense …
Gorfess, who had lost his warhammer, was like a clumsy bear. He chased after the tall Flame Giant tiredly, but he could not get close.
Grimm's Fire Witchcraft brought an unimaginable disaster to Gorfess and the entire Ogre camp!
The Ogres clearly had the advantage in numbers and terrain, but on the battlefield, it was Grimm who was beating up the entire Ankrosh Ogre army.
Just as Grimm was dominating the battlefield, the first batch of reinforcements hurried over.
It was none other than the Swamp Sage, Moat, and the Water Prophet, Lorenz, who had rushed over using the Water Mist Teleportation.
Although they did not bring any reinforcements, with their Grade 4 status, they were able to suppress the Ogres in an instant.
The despairing Gorfess covered his head and fled into the camp, not daring to fight anymore. He allowed the Flame Giant that Grimm had transformed into to reap the lives of his tribesmen.
Grimm waved his hand, and the Flame Creatures that swarmed out chased after the fleeing Ogres into the camp. In an instant, flames were ignited everywhere, and the sounds of killing could be heard everywhere.
Seeing that the Ogres no longer had the strength to retaliate, the Water Prophet, Lorenz, slowly stepped onto the battlefield and faced Grimm from afar.
"The Ankrosh Ogres have lost the courage to fight back. Outsiders, you can stop now!" Lorenz said calmly, his face made of light blue Water Elemental Mana expressionless. "We will take over the next battle. You must stop killing immediately!"
Hmm? This Water Elemental isn't on our side?
Grimm was confused by Lorenz's hostility, and he could not help but look at Moat suspiciously.
Moat laughed bitterly and took out a small woven bag from his robes, tossing it to Grimm.
"This is the reward you deserve for your previous mission. As for the battle here, you should take it easy for now. Our target today is Faernson, and this Gorfess … Let's try to convince him to surrender! "
"Convince him to surrender?" Grimm laughed coldly, "We haven't even caught the Ogre chief, and you're already thinking of convincing him to surrender? If we don't take this opportunity to destroy the entire Ogre camp, it will be too late when their reinforcements arrive … "
"Human Magus, mind your status …" Lorenz did not know why, but he did not have a good impression of Grimm the moment they met, "How we deal with this Ogre chief is an internal matter of the Wetlands Swamp. It's not up to an outsider like you to tell us what to do!"
Hearing Lorenz's reply, the expression on Grimm's face froze. He stared coldly at the Water Prophet and finally nodded, "Good … Very good! Since this is an internal matter of the Wetlands Swamp, I'll take a break. "
With that, Grimm waved his hand, and his staff flew over from the side of the Flame Gate.
Without the support of the magic wand's flame power, the flaming gate began to collapse inwardly along with a series of rumbling noises. Finally, it collapsed into a sea of fire. The fiery creatures that were still fighting on the battlefield also quickly dissipated, soon disappearing without a trace.
In that moment, only the twelve Swamp Giants were left on the battlefield, still chasing after the fleeing Ogres. The rest of the area was strangely deserted.
Hmph …
The Water Prophet Lorenz did not care about Grimm's performance.
He stood in the middle of a boiling pond, and with a series of rapid chants, water figures quickly rose from the surface of the water, summoning a huge army of Water Elementals in an instant.
These Water Elementals were mostly Grade 1 or 2, but their numbers were shocking.
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