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Night falls.

The wetland swamp under the dark night has a different charm.

On a lakeside vacant lot, Emeria ignited a bonfire and began cooking broth in a saucepan. Coupled with some freshly picked mushrooms, the smell of the fragrance floats far and far in the misty and wet swamp...

Remy didn't know where to go from dark.

For it, Glim can be worried.

After all, the title of the 3rd-order plague poison is not white. I really want to start a slap in the face, just because Remy can make a small area instantly die.

As for Glim, from the moment of nightfall, I came to the top of a huge mushroom tree, sitting on the edge of the umbrella cover, and looking at the unique space environment and natural landscape around me. I was filled with the wonders of nature. Admiration and awe.

The heavy, heavy fog floats over the swamp, making the stars in the sky seem so faint and fuzzy.

Within the line of sight, the mushroom trees, large or small, are undulating, like a mushroom jungle. Being here, there is an illusion that the mushroom is getting bigger, but it suddenly becomes smaller.

In the meantime, it seems that a human has suddenly turned into an ant. The wild mushroom that was previously able to be crushed by the road has now become a towering tree. Its power is so small and powerless at this time...

And among the mushroom jungles, the fluorescent spores flying everywhere are as dense and light as fireflies.

They are everywhere, everywhere, where they are rooted and grow into new mushrooms.

Some of the mushrooms are so lucky that they grow very large, and they become part of the vast mushroom jungle. Some of them have just swallowed up the buds and were swallowed by the wandering fungus giants and swamp creatures as food.

In addition to these fluorescent spores, many enlarged spore flying bats can be seen on the wetland marsh sky. They also feed on fluorescent spores, flying around the giant mushroom umbrellas, chasing and swallowing these free-floating little things.

These spore flying bats are similar in shape to the devil fish, fanning the flat batwings to gliding freely in the air, dragging a black thorn at the end of the long tail behind them, with a bitter toxin scent.

Ordinary spore flying bats naturally dare not provoke Grimm.

But there are always guys who don’t open their eyes and will send them to the door.

So, when Grimm was sitting on the umbrella cover of the mushroom more than 50 meters to enjoy the unique night scene, a spore flying bat with a second order of biological creatures discovered him and launched a rapid attack on him.

This is a spore flying bat with a strange warfare. Its batwings are black, the surface of the body is covered with tan hard vellus hair, and the skin has good anti-magic properties.

And its attack means is relatively monotonous, either mouth vomiting acid, or dive down to attack with a poisonous tail. This kind of attack is naturally impossible to threaten Grim. If you don't want to experience the so-called war spirit, I am afraid that Glim can end the battle in five or six times.

The black-spitted acid is evaporated by the Grem's condensed fireball, and every time it wants to approach Grim, it will be forced back by the flames.

After several trials failed, the black wing that rushed and anger finally launched the kinesthetic power.

A strange spiritual shock wave fell on the body of Grim, the power is not too big, but the eccentric power of the incident has made Glim completely in place.

The strange ability of a 3rd-order creature can actually be effective in the 4th-order Grimm regardless of the magic resistance, and the time is not short. This strange ability immediately caught the attention of Glim!

Taking advantage of Grim's eyes and his stiff body, the black wing glided quickly, and through the staggered gap, the poisonous thorns slammed into his neck.

But its attack is nothing more than that!

In the next second, a large hand burning a blazing flame grabbed the black-winged battail and fixed it firmly in place. Then, the flames soared, spreading quickly along the bat's tail toward the black wing.

The terrible burning pain caused the death of the black wing to survive, desperately struggling to roll, but it was difficult to escape the control of the big flame.

In the mind of Grimm, the chip that has returned to normal has finally issued a series of prompts.

"Mental paralysis, spores flying bat elite creatures unique racial abilities. In combat, the body surface peels off some special scale powder, quietly invade each other's body. When necessary, with spiritual power, smash its spirit, make it Losing resistance."

"It was not a pure spiritual power, but a combination of mental power and special material." Glim could not help but sink.

He has a lot of support for today's battle.

If he really regards this black wing as an opponent, even if he does not support the burning field, he will use the flame enchantment to protect his body. In this way, even if the other party spreads more scale powder, it will be burned out as soon as it enters the enchantment, and how it may threaten Glim.

However, the other's scale powder can actually paralyze the spiritual consciousness of a 4th-level wizard. Although the time is short, it is worth studying.

Just as Grim’s heart moved, and consciousness loomed in the mind of killing people, an unusually old voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"For far-off strangers, please let this ignorant guy pass! I represent it, on behalf of the Wetland Marsh, I would like to express my sincere apologies..."

Glim suddenly looked back, not far behind him, a strange creature with a height of more than one meter was watching itself calmly.

If it doesn't sense the pure natural atmosphere in the other person's body, Grim will use it as an ordinary swamp pollution monster. The height of one meter is too small, and its body is covered with brown-black algae and some stinking black mud. The real face is covered by scrambled algae, making it difficult to see it. The truth.

However, the powerful spirit of the 4th-order creature is real!

"You are..." Grim thought, and the flame burning on the surface of the black wing was extinguished instantly.

However, the black wing also became dying, and the whole body slid softly. Only the battail was still in the hands of Grem.

"Hello, a distant alien, my name is Moat, the wise man of this swamp!"

"It turns out that you are Moat. To be honest, we are preparing to go to you!" Glim’s heart was slightly shocked, and there was some taboo for the wise men of these wise men.

"A long-distance alien, before we find a place to talk, you see... Can you treat the guy with the black wing first?" Moat's head is small, but he is not humble when he speaks. There is really a convincing prestige.

Glim raised his right hand and looked at the black wing that burned black, and smiled lightly.

"I can only be good at setting fire, not good at saving people. If you have a way, I would like to see your means!"

"If you don't object, you can do it, give it to me!" Moat's face is hidden under the unkempt algae, making it impossible to see its expression changes.

It held a black cane with a high half of his hand and gently slammed it on his foot. He fired a grassy green plant with a wave of light on the black wing.

Immediately, with a burst of flesh and blood, the skin on the surface of the black wing bursts and sheds, revealing a new skin that grows underneath. The black wing that was still dying at the last moment was alive and kicking, but it was taken from the horrible prestige of Grem. It was still soft on the ground and did not dare to move.

A 4th-order wise man personally pleaded, this face Grimm had to give.

Glim snorted and cut the poisonous thorn of the black-winged battail with a right hand stroke.

The stinger fell on the mushroom umbrella cover and bounced a few times, while the black wing, still in Grimm's control, trembled, but still dared not struggle too much.

"Go, remember to have a long eye next time, don't provoke a guy who is more embarrassed than you!" Glim dropped the black wing and took the prickly thorn into his hand and collected it.

There are also some scales on the surface of the stinger. It is enough to study those scales!

As soon as he was released, the 3rd-order black wing flew away without going back. The original fierce and arrogant momentum could no longer be found.

The Moat looked at it calmly and did not say anything against it.

Sniffing the smell of the fragrant broth from under the giant tree of the mushroom, Glim sneaked a smile and invited him: "Emeliya's broth is already done, Moat, you can enjoy the face and taste together. Let's go!"

The other party ‘lightly’ smiles.

"So it's confusing!"

For Moat, the swamp wise man who suddenly appeared in the camp, Emeria did not seem to be surprised. Because they have already touched a wise man in a small area, and these wise men seem to have some strange communication.

Therefore, the other party can find the door when they just entered the wetland swamp, Emeriya is also expected.

She waited diligently to sit down next to the campfire, and then gave them a large bowl of broth, with soft bread and cheese, and the three ate and drank.

While eating and drinking, Grim squinted at the weird swamp wise man, and finally couldn't help but say: "Lord Moat, don't know which race you are from?"

To be honest, since seeing this Moat, Glim has been speculating about its race. Unfortunately, each one is plausible and unbelievable.

"Oh, my origins are probably a bit out of your expectations..." Moat stunned and said: "I am a swamp giant!"

Swamp giant... a swamp giant with a height of more than a meter...

Glim was instantly forced to hear the other person's answer.