Chapter 1201 Death Quagmire

The spiritual world, wetlands and swamps.

Panya Cave.

This is a huge body of water located in the northwest corner of the wetland marsh.

Some people call it a lake, while others call it a sea. But from Greem's point of view, it is more accurate to define it as an inland sea.

Riding a huge spore flying bat, Greem was flying thirty or forty meters above the ground, moving along the meandering direction of the streams and rivers below him, heading towards the areas with the thickest water mist.

"This is the Nega Waterway. The main people living here are some small fish and lobster people. They are not very gregarious and are in a state of war all year round." This giant spore flying bat is also a second-level creature with a strong He is smart and his attitude towards Greem is much more respectful than others of his kind.

After hearing the other party's introduction, Greem looked down curiously.

Between the tall mushroom trees, a huge waterway more than 100 meters wide flows quietly beneath you.

Every once in a while, narrow streams will lead from the waterway, forming a shallow puddle in a certain area. The little fishman's village is built on a shallow pool of water. They are all wooden houses on the water with crude workmanship and simple styles.

And when the Spore Flying Bat flies over the fish-man village, from time to time, you can see the ugly dark green figure chasing after it with strange screams.

"What kind of murlocs are they? Blackfin murlocs or inkjet murlocs?" Greem's eyes flashed with blue light, and he quickly included the appearance and physical characteristics of these murlocs into the database, and quickly compared them. .

The information fed back by the chip is: the probability of Black Fin Murloc is 67, the probability of Inkjet Murloc is 25, the probability of Tide Summoning Murloc is 7, and the remaining possibilities of Murloc are lower than 1, so they are no longer displayed.

"They are black-finned murlocs!" The giant spore flying bat spread its wings and flew between the tall mushroom trees. It turned around and replied: "You wizards are all knowledgeable and powerful. Even an inconspicuous little guy like the Black Fin Fish Man knows about it.”

Greem didn't pay too much attention to the compliment from the giant spore flying bat. Instead, he looked far away and saw the tall figures standing on some small islands in the middle of the river.

They are simply enlarged versions of lobsters. They stand upright like humans, walk on the four jointed limbs stretched out under their flat abdomen and a duck-like webbed tail, and fight and intimidate their enemies with two powerful giant claws.

Compared to the small fish-men, these lobster-men are stronger and more brave, and their bodies are also covered with a thick layer of scales, and there is also a layer of strange moss growing on the scales. With this kind of protection, the simple swords and spears of the little fishmen would either not be able to cut through the scales, or would slip on the moss, making it difficult to cause serious damage.

It's no wonder that the lobster people occupy the best hunting position in the middle of the waterway and drive the small fish people to more remote areas.

Their food is the numerous small fish in the waterways.

I saw those little murlocs chasing the giant spore flying bats, screaming strangely as they threw their spears into the air, and then fell down weakly in the middle, accidentally injuring many of their companions.

"They don't seem to have a good relationship with you?" Greem asked.

"My people often get tired of eating mushrooms and will come here to eat one or two small fishmen. Therefore, the relationship between us has always been tense!" the giant spore flying bat explained simply.

It seemed to be reminded of the delicious taste of the little fishman's flesh, and it couldn't help but grin.

"Won't the wise men stop this killing behavior of yours?"

"Killing? No, no, no, this is not killing, but hunting. The reproductive ability of creatures like the little fishmen is too strong. If they are not restricted, they will fill every inch of the wetland and swamp with their green figures without restraint. In space. Therefore, we eat small fish people, small fish people eat smaller aquatic creatures, and aquatic creatures eat sand. This is a privilege given to us by the laws of the plane, and even the most respected wise man cannot take it away! "

After hearing the other party's answer, Greem couldn't help but nodded secretly.

In the wizarding world, even many second-level creatures in the black forest are still in the primitive instinctive stage of ignorance, but this ordinary second-level flying bat in the spirit world already has this understanding.

This is not simply intelligence, but the insight and experience that can only be gained after experiencing the world.

"Master Wizard, please sit tight. We are about to cross the Death Quagmire. The creatures there have not been very friendly recently." Following the loud reminder of the giant spore flying bat, its body quickly circled and shuttled through a small tunnel. The small mound suddenly broke into a strange piece of land.

Greem, who had been sitting calmly on his back, suddenly stood up, his sharp eyes scanning the strange land in front of him with uncertainty.

Perhaps not long ago, this place was once a vast and beautiful lake.

However, as the years passed, the lake water here was lost to other places for some unknown reason, so large areas of the black and sticky lake bed were exposed, turning into a death quagmire full of terrible stench.

The swamp creatures that lost their habitat due to environmental changes began to become crazy and robbed some remaining swamps in low-lying areas. For this last bit of water, all swamp creatures are locked in a fight and fight.

Grimm looked far away and could see countless shell fragments and broken limbs in the black mud at the bottom of the lake. Those who could survive such a cruel and bloody battle were all terrible strong ones, especially the swamp giants, fungus giants and hydras.

However, even as the winners, they did not have enough water to nourish their bodies. They could only drag their almost withered bodies in the vast death mire of dozens of miles, looking for the remaining water swamps.

The death mire is really worthy of its name!

"Wait for me up there, I'll go get some specimens!" Grimm simply greeted the giant spore flying bat and jumped down from the sky.

The height of more than 40 meters was nothing to Grimm. He didn't even apply a slow fall spell to himself. He smashed into the mud at the bottom of the lake like a falling fire meteor.

There was a muffled sound.

The mud pillars splashed and the fire waves rolled.

The black and smelly mud splashing in the air was swept away by the red flames before it landed on the ground, and evaporated in an instant.

Grimm just squatted slightly to eliminate the terrible impact of falling from a high altitude.

If it were someone else, falling down without any buffer, not only would they be shattered, but their internal organs would also bear a terrible impact. And Grimm's 32-point physical advantage was fully demonstrated at this time. The recoil of the force that was fatal to others was just a slight dizziness on him, and his whole body did not even have any internal injuries.

He slowly stood up and walked out of the mud pit that had been baked into dry and hard soil.

The momentum of his strong arrival was so shocking that it naturally attracted the attention of several tall and staggering figures around him.

Seeing his majestic body surrounded by flames, a withered swamp giant who was closest to him immediately rushed over with a roar.

Just a level 2 swamp giant, he actually dared to charge at a level 4 wizard. From this almost suicidal behavior, it can be seen that the blight not only hurt its body, but even its brain became a little unclear.

Grimm snorted coldly, holding the staff in his left hand to support his body, and stretched his right hand forward, with his palm facing the enemy, and one after another scorching fireballs hit the opponent's body like a string of cannons.

Grimm was only 2 meters tall, while the withered swamp giant was about 7 meters tall. However, under the terrifying fire witchcraft attack, the opponent was not only unable to move forward, but was bombarded by the fireballs and retreated repeatedly, and the whole body began to crack and disintegrate.

The tall and mighty body of the swamp giant is soaked with tenacious and long-lasting vitality. Even if the body is missing 13, they can grow back with their own vitality. It is precisely because of this tenacious life that they can survive the dry season for several years and survive to this day.

However, no matter how long and tenacious the vitality is, when it faces a terrifying legendary fire witch, everything becomes useless!

With only 5 fingers and 7 fireballs, Grimm blew the withered swamp giant into pieces, and it collapsed into blood all over the ground.

The broken swamp giant's body emitted a little fluorescence, slowly blending into the mist that covered the sky and the earth. But Grimm frowned, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed, and took out a faint black smoke from the void.

Grimm's flame power condensed into a fireball, sealing the black smoke tightly inside.

Some black smoke that was eager to escape suddenly hit the inner wall of the fireball and was instantly burned to ashes by the lingering flames. The remaining black smoke seemed to know how powerful it was, and no longer dared to get close to the inner wall of the fireball. Like a group of headless flies, it coiled around inside, rushing around, as if looking for a way out.

The plane laws of the spirit world are too powerful, aren't they? Even the black smoke has intelligence?

Grimm smiled coldly, focused his eyes, and quickly scanned the details of the black smoke.

"Ding, a warning of a foreign virus bacteria was found. The virus is terribly contagious and lethal, and can cause a third-level disease invasion to the main body. It is recommended that the main body open the flame barrier to prevent the possibility of infection."

Sure enough

The moment he saw the black smoke, Grimm felt a familiar feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, the results of the chip scan also confirmed his guess.

The so-called blight is actually a special bacterial invasion.

And the way this bacterial invasion and spread is somewhat similar to the means of the plague poison spirit Remi.