The Wizarding Age

A shocking explosion.

The explosive arrow that turned into a one-meter diameter fireball completely enveloped the strange troll creature, and the scattered wooden arrow fragments scratched the opponent's skin as tough as cowhide.

The strange troll who had never touched the alchemical arrow fell headfirst from the ancient tree and fell into the bushes full of thorns and thorns. It took a long time for him to crawl out of it groaning.

"... Misojidamu... Anguali... Nantasi..."

The visitor is indeed a troll. Although his fighting skills are still unknown, his strong recovery ability is real.

When he just fell from the ancient tree, he was still covered in dust and scars, but when he crawled out of the bushes while mumbling, the injuries on his body had recovered almost completely, and even the fine and dense scratches were difficult to see with the naked eye.

It seemed to be a little afraid of Grimm, standing in the distance, gesticulating and shouting loudly.

Unfortunately, Grimm could not understand a word of this strange native troll language.

Just as the two sides were coldly confronting each other, strange screams came from the forest not far away, and then dozens of red-capped trolls broke through the fog and appeared on the battlefield waving short spears.

Seeing his companions gathering around, the previous troll also became bolder, drew out the scimitar on his waist and attacked Grimm again.

Facing dozens of vicious enemies, Grimm was calm.

Over the years, he has experienced high-level battlefields one after another, making him completely immune to the low-level battles in front of him. Although his human body is not as immune to most of the low-level and medium-level damage as his original body, it is no less than a copper head and iron arm for a group of first-level trolls.

With 28 points of strength, 36 points of strength and 21 points of agility, such physical fitness is enough to crush most of the creatures in the plane.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

A series of sharp wind-breaking sounds sounded in the field.

Seven or eight spears cut through the air and stabbed at Grimm's tall and straight body from all directions.

However, even though these spears were faster than lightning and as powerful as thunder, they looked like slow-motion animations in Grimm's eyes. Not only was the attack speed incredibly slow, but the attack intervals were also staggered, leaving him with a huge and ample space to dodge.

Grimm almost stood still, dodging all the spear attacks with just a slight swing of his body. Even when a spear cut through the sky and flew in a spiral in front of his eyes, Grimm still had time to glance at the strange and mysterious etched patterns on the spear shaft.

Of course, his continuous movements were a series of afterimages in the eyes of the trolls. Seven or eight javelins flew whistling, but it seemed as if they were attacking only a phantom, passing straight through without causing any harm to the strange human standing proudly.

Several trolls who did not believe in evil roared, waving their spears and stone axes and rushed up, intending to kill this strange foreign race they had never seen before in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, their strength did not allow them to do such a heaven-defying move!

Several trolls who were still as violent as tigers in the last second turned into flying birds in the next second, whistling, flying over their companions with their claws and teeth bared, and plunged into the forest, smashing the branches of the ancient trees and thorny vines into debris...

Several trolls who rushed halfway were scared silly, holding up their wooden spears and opening their mouths wide. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should continue to charge or turn around and run away, and they were completely frozen on the spot.

The atmosphere in the field froze instantly!

"I'm here to find something, not to fight with you... Go back and tell your chief to come see me in person, otherwise don't blame me for killing people!" Grimm said softly.

He didn't care whether the other party could understand or not, turned around, put away his bow and arrow, sat back by the campfire and continued his "dinner". The remaining trolls looked at each other, and saw a trace of fear and panic in each other's eyes.

So, they retreated cautiously until they retreated to the depths of the jungle and began to discuss.

Too lazy to pay attention to these small characters, after roasting the rabbit meat, Grimm cut the meat slices with a knife and put them in his mouth to taste the taste, while thinking about the subsequent plans and plans.

If he followed his original character, he would definitely sneak in quietly, subtly establish a good relationship with the indigenous forces of the plane here, and then borrow their power to seek the item...

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time!

Two months was not enough for him to complete such a complicated plan.

Then, the only way and means left was to "use brute force to create miracles", to break through clever force with brute force, and to use his demigod-level brute strength to break through.

Before coming, he had done basic research.

The so-called Moonlight Forest is not an orthodox plane space, but a trial space set up by the elven gods to hone and forge elite combat power. The person in charge of this place is the seventh-level forest god Deselius. Of course, as a high god, it is impossible for him to stay here, so he only arranged a demigod-level druid to support him and train his druid cult.

In order to increase the difficulty and improve the quality of the trial, the entire druid cult only occupied a small forest in the north of the Moonlight Forest as a base, and introduced the powerful Broken Spear Trolls and other alien races here as whetstones.

The strongest fighter in the entire space is the powerful demigod hidden in the only temple of the Druid Cult. When he senses danger and feels that he cannot fight, he will naturally call on the clone of the seventh-level forest god.

But at that time, it means that Grimm's plan has failed!

Therefore, Grimm must seize the "Calm Pendant" before the demigod summons the clone of the forest god. Otherwise, once the enemy is alarmed, it will be difficult for him to seize it.

Grimm smacked his lips, feeling a little annoyed and angry.

He is already a sixth-level existence, but he still needs to be so cautious to plot against the treasure in the hands of a fifth-level demigod. This is simply... too aggrieved and depressing!

He was filled with anger, and he wanted to burn everything in front of him immediately, hit the hiding place of the little demigod directly, roast the enemy into charcoal, and don't believe that the other party would not obediently offer the treasure...

"Ding, sensing the strong mental changes of the subject, please pay attention to your words and actions!" Detecting Grimm's drastic emotional changes, the pre-set chip prompt immediately exploded in his mind.

Relying on this extra stimulation and reminder, Grimm instantly broke free from the inexplicable emotional changes, and then suppressed the impulsive and nameless anger.

"Calm down, don't be so impulsive, you must plan before you act, and succeed in one strike, otherwise you will have no chance..." Grimm silently repeated in his heart several times, barely calmed down the mania in his heart, and regained the calmness and wisdom of a wizard.

The influence of the flame will on him became deeper and deeper...

Grimm muttered secretly.

Since he took control of the power of fire, the influence of the flame will on him has increased day by day, and it has been deeply etched into the depths of his soul.

If this goes on for a long time, Grimm's words, deeds and temperament will inevitably change dramatically.

Now the influence of the flame will on him is not deep enough. Under the prompts and warnings of the chip, he can vaguely realize that his behavior has deviated from the past habitual track. But it will take a long time for the flame will to completely penetrate his body and mind. By then, I am afraid that he will not be able to realize which behaviors are actively implemented by himself and which behaviors are passively guided...

By then, he will truly become a fire lord who has lost most of his reason, is full of cruelty and impulse, and only knows how to act recklessly based on instinct!

This is consistent with the wizard world's cognition of the fire elemental plane.

In the eyes of wizards, the lords, kings and lords of the fire elemental plane are all hot-tempered, and like to destroy everything with brute force. They are simply synonymous with tyranny, cruelty, impulse and recklessness.

And this is undoubtedly contrary to the wise calmness and intellectual exploration spirit pursued by wizards!

Therefore, in order not to become a violent maniac who only knows how to set fires and burn everything, Grimm can only work hard to fight against his increasingly violent nature to delay the penetration of the flame will into his soul...

Suppressing the brutality that was surging wildly in his heart, Grimm flexed and stretched his fingers a few times, feeling a little calmer, and then slowly and quietly enjoyed this "delicious meal".

The meal took an hour, and everything that was supposed to come finally came!

After a powerful tiger roar, several agile figures rushed out of the jungle and appeared in front of Grimm.

The visitors were naturally the strong ones of the Broken Spear Trolls.

There were five of them, riding on the backs of tall and mighty saber-toothed tigers, and arrived at the scene with an unstoppable momentum.

The leader was a third-level troll.

It is two and a half meters tall, with a sturdy body, slender limbs, indigo skin, and colorful germanium mud and oil paint on its body. It is wrapped in a short leather skirt around its waist and has strange armbands on its arms. Its face is hidden behind a strange bark mask. Its long pointed ears are tilted behind it, and a tuft of fiery red hair on its head is straight to the sky...

The four trolls following it seem to be its guards or servants. They are all second-level in strength, but their appearances and dresses are different. Two of them are naked, with only a piece of rag around their waists. They have strong muscles all over their bodies and hold huge stone axes or stone clubs in their hands. The other two are dressed as priests, with neat animal skin robes, and the snake skin bags around their waists are bulging, as if they are filled with bottles and jars.

As soon as they arrived, the original troll hunting team immediately became active again.

Shouts and shouts rang out from the surrounding jungle, and a large group of trolls could be seen approaching the campfire step by step, half crouching...