Chapter 1202 Feeding the Carrier

Ever since they took over the mission from the wise man Moat, the three of them started to act separately.

Greem came to investigate the blight, Emelia sneaked into the spore forest, and Remy wandered around the swamp with nothing to do.

Of course, before breaking up, Greem had already warned it. In this spiritual world, it could no longer release plague germs indiscriminately like those in the secondary planes. Otherwise, if he offends those level 4 bosses, even Greem won't be able to guarantee that he will be able to escape unscathed.

After all, even in the Sand Tallin area of ​​the wizarding world, there are only thirteen level 4 wizards. However, the wetland swamp, which is more than ten times smaller than the Sand Tower Forest, has eight level 4 creatures. Therefore, in the unit territory, the number of high-level creatures in the Spirit World far exceeds that in the Wizarding World.

In such a strange environment, if we continue to act as unscrupulously as before, I am afraid that sooner or later we will be attacked by the local indigenous people. It was out of this consideration and the convenience of action that Greem agreed to the swamp wise man to investigate the so-called blight on his behalf.

But now it seems that the swamp wise man's suspicion is not unreasonable.

The so-called blight is not actually a natural disease caused by the degradation of water sources, but a terrible toxin bred by special means.

After seeing the true appearance of the black smoke, Greem paused his witchcraft staff without hesitation, and a ring of fire rose in front of him, directly arresting Remy who was wandering in the distance.

"Boss, what do you want to do?" Remy suddenly appeared in front of Greem and complained: "I just discovered an interesting little fish man, and you... Hey, what is this? ?”

Remy soon smelled the smell of poisonous bacteria trapped in the fireball, and his small green eyes immediately widened.

"It smells of alien modification, of deadly toxins, and of microscopic spores...Boss, it seems there is a guy here who is good at preparing and manipulating plague spores. Where did you get these things?"

"In the bodies of these blighters... How about analyzing it from your professional perspective, where do they come from?"

"Let them all out! If I don't eat them, I won't be able to get any further information..."

Greem waved his hand casually, and the fireball suddenly disappeared.

The black smoke trapped inside wanted to take the opportunity to escape when he saw this, but Remy opened his mouth and swallowed it all.

After inhaling all the black smoke, Remy smacked his mouth, his eyes blurred, and murmured to himself as if in a dream: "Feed...infection...eviction..."

A full quarter of an hour later, Remy shuddered and came out of his sleep-talking state.

"I know how these guys got the disease! Come with me..."

What Remy brought Greem to was an open space in the center of the Death Mire. There was still a low, shallow puddle with an area of ​​less than a hundred meters, so it was also the area with the densest concentration of creatures in the Death Mire.

Here, a large number of swamp creatures gathered, some of them had obvious limbs withered, and there was a group of terrifying mosquitoes and flies lingering on the surface of their bodies. For those infected with the blight, other creatures also walked around one after another, not daring to get close to them.

"Boss, do you have a way to hide us? We will probably see a good show soon!" A ferocious smile appeared on Remy's Peppa Pig-like face.

Greem paused his witchcraft staff, and a swirling ring of fire swept the two of them into it.

As the flames spread over them, their figures suddenly disappeared.

In a strange golden flame, Remy looked around and at his body curiously. His eyes were as if covered with a layer of bright red gauze. Everything he saw was a bit distorted and illusory, unlike It was so real and reliable before.

"Is this one of the laws of fire you master? It's really amazing..." Remy looked around enviously, and even ran in front of a shambling fungal giant and bared his teeth and claws until he was sure that the other party couldn't see him. Only then did he give up.

"What are we waiting for here?" Greem asked.

"Wait for a good show to start!" Remy said with a grin: "The virus-causing bacteria have been deliberately castrated from the airborne characteristics and can only be transmitted through direct contact. It seems that they don't want to let the virus spread. Spread without limit..."

"So what?"

"So, the best way for them to infect organisms in an area is to poison them. Only in this way can the infected people be controlled in the area they want without spreading to themselves!"

"When will they come?"

"Soon... at least the smell of poisonous bacteria that I feel in the bodies of these infected people is within the past few days!"

"Okay, then just wait!"

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The waiting time is long, but very valuable.

Remy went to collect the vomit and excrement of those infected by the blight, while Greem began to collect some strange spores that are local specialties, as well as various weird mushrooms.

He could feel that the unique climate and space environment of the wetland swamp was related to these strange and exotic mushrooms. Some of the mushrooms contained contents that even Greem was very interested in.

Just as the two were busy and excited, an inconspicuous figure sneaked into the area.

This is a male spore man less than half a meter tall, with a pointed face, a sly look, and a sneaky look. He carried a bulging leather bag on his back and carefully slipped into Grimm's perception range.

Logically speaking, with the weak power of this spore man, he might have been torn into pieces by the violent swamp creatures before he approached the center of this deadly quagmire. However, it slipped in intact, and it didn't seem to have suffered any attack.

The reason is very simple, that is, the male spore man is also filled with a peculiar stench of blight, which attracts those swamp creatures to hide. However, no matter how Grimm observes and scans, he did not find any limb atrophy after the blight attack on this male spore man.

Looking around, it seems that there is nothing abnormal. This guy carefully approaches a staggering fungus giant, and then takes out a fist-sized white mushroom from the leather bag behind him and throws it at the other party.

The white mushroom kept rolling on the ground, finally attracting the attention of the fungus giant.

As if sensing the fragrant smell of the white mushroom, the fungus giant pounced on it like crazy, rolled up the white mushroom with its thick tentacles and threw it into its big mouth.

After a while, the fungus giant that had eaten the white mushroom suddenly trembled all over and roared desperately to the sky. On its body, the originally thick and strong muscles began to wither and shrivel at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a large group of black mosquitoes and flies poured out of its mouth, surrounding it and lingering.

Seeing that the fungus giant had been tricked, the sly spore man immediately sneaked to the second target not far away.

However, just when it took out another white mushroom and wanted to do the same, a faint male voice suddenly came from behind, which scared it a lot.

"Who told you to do this?"

The spore man looked back suddenly and saw Grimm slowly emerging from the void.

Grimm was dressed as a human wizard, but he didn't have the terrifying magic fluctuations that frightened people to death. He looked like an ordinary human. But the spore man was obviously not ignorant, and he could naturally recognize Grimm's extraordinaryness.

In addition, what it did was completely "ugly" and shameful, so it jumped three feet high and turned around to escape.

However, with its weak strength like a senior apprentice, it also wanted to escape from the hands of the legendary fire wizard. Such an idea is undoubtedly too ridiculous!

After snapping his fingers, a ring of fire appeared inexplicably under the opponent's feet, and from it extended a series of flame shackles that were as solid as substance, binding the spore man tightly and making it difficult to move.

Grimm stepped lightly on the soft mud and came to the side of the spore man. His right hand flashed in front of the opponent's eyes, and a small golden flame condensed on the tip of his index finger. The opponent was in great panic and his attention was instantly attracted by the small flame.

When its eyes were fixed on the small flame, its entire brain and thoughts also fell into a stagnant state, and it could no longer organize effective thinking and response.

Bewitching people... just a very simple fire witchcraft!

"Where are you from? Why did you come here to poison? Where did you prepare these carriers?" Grimm started to interrogate without hesitation.

"Magic Pod Cave... Magic Pod Cave... Magic Pod Cave..."

For some reason, this spore man seemed to have lost his mind. Apart from repeating the word "Magic Pod Cave", he almost didn't remember anything else.

"Mister Moat, how do you think we should deal with this matter?" Grimm asked several times but couldn't get any other answers. He could only turn his head and communicate with a strange eyeball attached to his shoulder.

Through this natural eye, Moat, who was hundreds of miles away, also watched Grimm capture this spore man and the whole process of the spore man feeding.

The swamp wise man was obviously in a very bad mood, and the voice transmitted through the Eye of Nature was full of murderous intent.

"The Magic Pod Cave is the holy land of the Magic Spores! There are terrible traps and many guards there, and even my spiritual will is difficult to extend into it. From the current signs, these carriers were concocted by the Magic Spores in the Magic Pod Cave, with the purpose of forcing other races and creatures out of the wetland swamp. Humph, these bastards, they went too far this time!"

"So what you mean is..." As an outsider, Grimm naturally didn't care whether the creatures here were dead or alive. However, when he heard Moat say that the Magic Pod Cave was the holy land of the Magic Spores, he suddenly had an idea and was eager to try.

"You ask the spore bats to send back the spore man and the carriers. I will contact the Hydra King and the bat leader to discuss with them the expulsion of the magic spores. During this period, if you can produce more and stronger evidence, I will not hesitate to mobilize the power of the entire wetland swamp to deal with the magic spores. When the time comes, you will naturally be able to obtain the original water by attacking the holy land of the magic spores."

"Also, I have completed the task of finding the mastermind behind the blight! I will send you the deserved reward as soon as possible..."

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