The Wizarding Age

Grimm sighed silently.

He knew that a new round of trials was about to begin...

As an outsider, it was almost impossible to perfectly integrate into the local indigenous forces. The race alone was a barrier that could not be overcome.

Therefore, gentle contact and negotiation was equivalent to showing weakness, which would only result in the other party's all-round bullying and oppression. Only by showing strength strongly could this group of "insiders" treat themselves with equality and fairness.

After thinking through this, Grimm no longer suppressed the violent and surging fighting spirit in his heart. He stood up suddenly, flexed and stretched his ten fingers to stretch his muscles, and strode towards the third-level red-capped troll.

"An Puxi... Natosia..."

The shouts and roars of the trolls immediately sounded around.

Along with the sound came dense and fierce spear attacks.

The third-level troll grinned and dismounted the saber-toothed tiger. He casually took a sharp spear from the guard behind him and rushed towards Grimm with a slight bend.

Squeak, squeak, squeak...

Spears with sharp screams passed by his side. Grimm's eyes flashed with blue light. The chip instantly calculated an absolutely safe route from the dense rain of attacks. He only needed to move left or right or bend or lower his head according to the instructions of the chip...

Although his movements were very slight, he could always avoid all the swift attacks in a flash. Spears whizzed past his clothes and cheeks. Although the attacks were fierce, they did not cause any visible damage to him.

His leisurely posture and relaxed steps caught the eyes of the third-level troll, but the latter's heart trembled slightly, and a hint of ominous premonition rose vaguely.

The distance between the two disappeared in an instant.

The face of the third-level troll was hidden behind a thick oak mask. It also knew that it had encountered a terrible enemy today, so it naturally showed all its strength as soon as it met.

The solid and thick wooden spear was swung by it, and the tip of the spear with a strange metallic luster suddenly stabbed towards Grimm's neck in a strange and wonderful way.

The wind came before the spear!

A shrill evil wind rushed towards him, and the oppressed Grimm could hardly open his eyes.

"... Strength 21 points, physique 32 points, agility 35 points, spirit 12 points..." Even in such a dangerous environment, the chip still collected the opponent's physical information in time.

The opponent is worthy of being a third-level troll who has experienced hundreds of battles. Such physical data is not weaker than Grimm, who has the demigod level. If you have to say that the opponent has any flaws, it is that the data on mental power is too low and the strength is slightly weak.

Grimm's current body has a strength of 28 points, and the difference of 7 points in strength is enough to crush the opponent. Although his agility was only 21 points, much weaker than the opponent, with the help of the chip, he would not suffer much in the battle.

Knowing himself and the enemy, Grimm did not hesitate and waved his fist to meet the spear.

With a light bang...

Grimm's fist hit the shaft of the strange spear only two fingers away from the neck. The violent force rushed in madly, smashing the spear high up, almost flying out of his hand, and disarming the troll.

The third-level troll did not seem to expect that a "thin" alien race would have such great power. The whole body bounced on the ground three times, and then the terrible force was unloaded.

Even so, it felt a sharp pain in the palm of both hands, sore arms, and the spear in its hand was vaguely prickly and hot.

What a great strength...

The third-level troll was secretly shocked, and his feet quickly evaded, using his superb agility to quickly move behind the opponent, and the spear in his hand attacked the opponent's ankle.

Unfortunately, the next second, its attack was directly repelled by Grimm again.

Grimm turned around suddenly, using his left foot as the axis, and his right leg swept across the tip of the spear. He didn't know when he had a strange longbow in his hand. When the bowstring was slightly stretched, countless silver-white moonlight automatically condensed, and then turned into dazzling silver rays that scattered in all directions.

Bastard, what kind of bow and arrow is this?

The third-level troll had never seen such a strange and powerful magic weapon. The spear in his hand poked left and right, and used his powerful strength to block every silver light that came towards him.

But every time it blocked, it couldn't help but take a step back, and the tip of the spear would burst into a ball of sharp light.

After it took all the attacks, it had already retreated thirty meters away involuntarily, and the spear in its hand became bumpy, with countless gaps and damage.

The four guards following behind it had red eyes and roared towards Grimm.

The third-level troll was shocked and shouted to stop it.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Grimm smiled and pulled the longbow in his hand again. Immediately, countless silver lights gathered from the surrounding void, and dense silver-white arrows condensed on the bowstring.

And the next second, Grimm exhaled and shouted, the bowstring trembled, and all the silver-white arrows swarmed in all directions like a swarm of bees.

The bow is a good bow.

‘Ancient Guardian’ Renrudilor.

How could the famous artifact longbow of the elves be bad?

However, Grimm had never studied archery and had no experience in controlling arrows, so he could only rely on the instinct of the artifact longbow to attack the enemy. Although the attack was scattered, it was already terrifying and horrible enough for these low-level trolls in front of him.

The artifact longbow does not need arrows, and can gather the power of moonlight to launch group attacks.

Of course, if Grimm controls it properly, he can also concentrate all attacks on one person for saturation bombing. The basic attack power of each silver-white arrow is more than 200 degrees.

This is equivalent to the normal attack of a second-level creature!

However, the most powerful ability of this "Ancient Guardian" is not the map cannon, but its accompanying skill "Piercing the Heart". It has the ability to gather the user's mental power and give the enemy a "Piercing the Heart", ignoring defense and magic immunity. As long as the artifact special effect is triggered, the enemy will be instantly pierced to death.

This is the real horror of this sixth-level artifact!

Originally, Grimm had given it to Mary. After all, only people with high sensitivity and high mental power can exert the true power of this artifact. But when Mary knew that Grimm was going to break into the Moonlight Forest alone with bare hands, she threw the artifact to him again.

Although it is difficult for Grimm to bring out the full power of the artifact longbow, it is also good to use it to fill the facade and clean up the "small monsters". At least with it, Grimm does not have to expose his true face as a fire wizard.

He is relieved, but the trolls are in trouble!

Each of the silver-white arrows condensed by the artifact longbow has a normal second-level attack power. The third-level troll can grit his teeth and resist it with the strange spear in his hand, but other middle and low-level trolls do not have such ability and skills.

Sizzle... Silver-white arrows are dense like rain!

Puff puff puff... The troll's body is torn like a sieve!

All the broken spear trolls within the field of vision fell over, and dense blood holes the size of copper coins appeared on their bodies. Even the four second-level trolls were not spared. They fell to the ground suddenly, bleeding profusely, but fortunately they saved their lives and were not hit by the dense attacks.

The third-level troll looked around the scene, his heart trembling, his eyes bloodshot.

Although their Broken Spear Tribe had been fighting against the Druid Cult in the north for many years, they had long been accustomed to casualties, but there were very few tragic scenes like the one before them.

Therefore, the third-level troll gnashed his steel teeth, stared with eyes wide open, and waved his broken spear to rush up to fight Grimm.

"It's really a group of unintelligent beasts. It seems that it's impossible to get in touch with them..." Grimm thought to himself, but his face was also a little angry because of the other party's ignorance.

The artifact longbow was pulled open again.

This time it was pulled directly into a full circle, and the dazzling silver-white light quickly condensed on the bowstring, condensing into a dazzling and strange long arrow. The long arrow is both virtual and real, with mysterious and powerful law power wrapped around it, ready to launch the terrifying "heart-piercing blow" at any time...

"... Sasima... Luwaqituo... Luwaqituo..."

Just as the silver-white long arrow was about to be shot, an old and hoarse cry suddenly came from the dense forest in the distance.

"A strange language has been detected, which is consistent with the relevant data in the database and is assessed to be an unknown branch of human common language. Please ask the subject to indicate whether to switch to this language?" The chip also responded quickly.

Grimm frowned slightly and agreed to the chip's request.

The next second, the hoarse and ambiguous call became clear and familiar.

"Stop, stop... Stop fighting!"

Grimm stood proudly in place, the longbow in his hand was full of mental power, and the silver-white long arrow was even more dazzling, with a posture of devouring souls. And the third-level troll bowed his back, pointed the spear in his hand forward, and also posed a posture of rapid attack.

When they heard the shout, they stopped their attacks and turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

There, near the edge of the forest, a hunched old man with a thick wooden mask on his face walked out tremblingly with a long staff.

It was also a red-capped troll, but its attire was completely different from other trolls.

A soft robe woven with spider silk was wrapped around its body, covered with strange symbols and strange patterns that were difficult to identify. A snakeskin belt was tied around its waist, and strange bone ornaments were suspended. A dark green poisonous snake was wrapped around its left arm, and the triangular snake head was facing Grimm, and the scarlet snake pupils emitted a vicious cold light...

On it, Grimm sensed a faint trace of law fluctuations, which meant that the other party had reached the peak of the fourth level, and was only a short distance away from crossing the demigod level.

Poison law...

The other party seemed to be a fourth-level troll of the poisonous system!

Grimm's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly...