The Wizarding Age

Thick fog spreads in the dense forest.

Tall old trees stand tall, with huge crowns of different heights, completely covering the sky. The open space in the forest is covered with bushes and thorns, and the thick roots of the old trees are intertwined, leaving almost no space for pedestrians to pass through.

A gloomy and corrupt smell permeates from the soil, and the whole land presents a disgusting dark green color. All the plants and animals growing on it, as well as insects, birds and beasts, also appear to be extremely evil and corrupt. They are full of aggression and will attack any outsider who dares to set foot in their territory without fear of death.

And Grimm rides on an extremely tall and mighty saber-toothed tiger, following the troll team in front of him and slowly and winding forward along a forest path that is difficult for ordinary people to find.

The troll priest with a wooden mask on his head, a hunched body and a strange poisonous snake wrapped around his arm, accompanied him on the side, also riding a saber-toothed tiger, pointing at the nearby woodland while talking freely, just like the best tour guide.

"...This is the Misty Forest, named after the thick fog all year round..."

"Compared to other places, this place is already very peaceful and safe. Except for some mutated rotten wolves and twisted ancient trees, there are no other dangers..."

"Walk east from here for three days and two nights to the blood spring area, where there is a strange spring that emerges from the ground, blood red, full of poison. The beasts and monsters that can survive in that area have terrible poison talents..."

"From here to the north, it will take about fifteen days to reach the petrified forest, where there are terrible petrified spiders, who are best at making prey into various stone sculptures and then laying eggs in them... It's very dangerous there, even for us The Broken Spear tribe is also unwilling to deal with these guys! "

"If you want to see the druids, you can only pass through the petrified forest, and then pass through the Jade Fire Valley, the territory of the evil satyrs, and enter the territory of the elves..."

"They built a temple there, with a natural plane gate, and can get direct assistance from the elven domain at any time. Therefore, even if we Broken Spear trolls try our best, we can't beat these elves at all, not to mention that there are so many elven gods standing behind these elves!"

"So, outsiders, no matter what your purpose of breaking in here is, don't expect to use our Broken Spear tribe as a scapegoat!"

Don't look at the old and dim eyes of the troll priest in front of him, old and weak, but his mind seems to be extremely clear and intelligent. Although Grimm did not say the purpose of this trip, it directly cut off his "hope" as if it had predicted the future.

This made Grimm seriously doubt whether this troll priest still had the talent of "prophecy", otherwise he would not have clearly pointed out Grimm's hidden thoughts in his words.

"Haha, how do you know that the purpose of my trip is those elves?" Grimm asked with a smile.

"First, you are a human... Secondly, you have an elven bow..." The old troll priest showed a sly smile on his face and said, "We trolls have been dealing with elves for thousands of years, and we are already familiar with their nature. They have always looked down on other intelligent races, including humans, so I can guess how you got this bow..."

"Moonlight Glade is a closed space, and it is also a trial site specially set up by those elves. The whetstone is every creature and every alien race in this space... Although we also have wisdom and heritage, we are still no different from beasts in the eyes of those elves!"

"They hunt us and slaughter our people as trial objects. We have endured such days for thousands of years. Every inch of land in the entire Moonlight Glade is flowing with the blood of our Broken Spear Trolls... We have had enough of such days!" The troll priest became more and more excited, and in the end he was full of indignation and anger.

Grimm frowned slightly, a little confused about the intention of the troll priest.

He warned Grimm sarcastically not to use the trolls, but later he was passionate and wanted to fight the elves to the end... He couldn't tell which of these two different attitudes was true and which was false.

"Then what your Excellency means is..." Grimm had to speak out his doubts.

"We won't do anything that is not good for our trolls!" The troll priest said his true purpose in a decisive manner: "If you want to get the help of our trolls, you must come up with real benefits that can impress us!"

"I see!" Grimm narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind began to work at high speed.

For these lambs in the "captive" in front of him, what kind of benefits can attract and impress them, so that they can ignore the possible backlash of the elves and help themselves to seek that "thing"...

Grimm couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Give treasures, give resources...

What kind of treasures and resources can buy the fate of the entire Broken Spear Tribe?

You know, if you help Grimm plot against the Night Elf Temple and attack the Plane Gate, then the Elven Realm will inevitably purge the entire Broken Spear Tribe afterwards. By then, the dead trolls will surely pile up like mountains and seas. What kind of treasures and resources can you use to convince the Broken Spear Tribe's leaders to make such a major decision?

Treasures and resources are definitely not enough!

Then, what else can you offer?

The marching team soon left the misty forest and turned into a hidden valley along a winding path. Passing through the heavily guarded tall gate, the main camp of the Broken Spear Tribe is inside, where the chief of the Broken Spear Trolls is located.

The camp is full of tattered tents as tall as a person, with patches on top of patches, and it is obvious that they are old things. And each tent represents a family. The space inside the tent is not large, barely enough to accommodate three or two people curled up inside, and the ground is covered with the same old and tattered animal skins. At first glance, there is almost no valuable or collectible items.

There is a bonfire not far from the tent, with thick logs piled up as a support, cooking pots of hot soup and food. The pot is a stone pot, the spatula is made of wood, and there is almost no iron metal in the entire camp.

It can be seen that the life of the Broken Spear Tribe is extremely primitive. They have not yet developed and expanded metal smelting technology, and they still live a poor life of relying on the sky for food, with no clothes to cover their bodies, and no food to fill their stomachs.

The Broken Spear Tribe is a well-known indigenous creature in the Moonlight Forest. Their lives are so difficult, so the living space of other races can be imagined.

Could it be that they would use the high-level knowledge and advanced technology from outside to exchange for the help of the trolls?

Seeing this scene, Grimm's heart couldn't help but become active again, but he immediately denied himself.

If he were the troll leader, he would definitely reject his proposal.

After all, between living a better life and being exterminated, as long as the brain is not broken, you will know which one to choose...

While constantly thinking, the old troll priest has led Grimm to the center of the camp, where a particularly tall and wide cowhide tent was erected. A troll with an extremely strong and powerful body stood at the entrance of the tent, quietly waiting for the arrival of several people.

This is a troll warrior who is strong enough to rival the Tauren. Apart from a simple animal skirt and leather armor, there is almost no extra decoration on his body. He only has a bone tooth necklace hanging around his neck, which faintly permeates the mysterious atmosphere of the ancient wilderness.

"This is the patriarch of our tribe, the great troll leader, Uma Batum!" The troll priest hurriedly stepped forward to introduce.

The latter stepped forward, stared at Grimm with a sharp and majestic look, and said in a deep voice: "I am Uma, welcome the guests from afar, and hope you can bring good luck to my tribe..."

Grimm's eyes swept over, and the chip immediately collected the other party's most basic strength data through strange rules.

"... Strength 40+, Constitution 40+, Agility 40+, Spirit 22..."

Seeing the data information transmitted instantly by the chip, Grimm couldn't help but take a breath.

Such terrible physical data and comprehensive strength, he is indeed worthy of being the troll leader who leads a large plane... Such physical fitness is enough to crush Grimm, who is already a demigod!

Of course, these comparisons are all data that completely exclude the power of rules.

At the demigod level, the level of physical fitness is no longer the decisive factor in the outcome of the battle, but the power of rules is!

Although the troll leader in front of him has not yet fully comprehended the power of rules, he has already tempered his body to the limit of plane development. If he does not use the help of the rule flame, the demigod-level Grimm human body wants to deal with it, I am afraid it will also cost a lot.

Grimm immediately put away his contempt and began to treat the other party as an existence that can talk to him on an equal footing.

Through the conversation, Grimm learned that the entire Broken Spear Tribe has five fourth-level strongmen, fourteen third-level strongmen, and hundreds of other second-level trolls... and the troll leader Uma Batum is the only super strongman, with terrifying power that surpasses other fourth-level trolls.

To be honest, such strength is indeed enough to match the reputation of the Broken Spear Trolls.

However, compared with the Druids of the Night Elves, it is still far inferior.

At least, the Druids have demigods, while the Trolls do not.

Based on this point, it is natural that the Druids can suppress the Trolls for thousands of years.

"I want to know one thing, are you a demigod?"

As soon as he sat down, the domineering Chief Uma asked the most critical question.

The other trolls in the tent were all shocked, and their eyes fell on Grimm at the same time.

Although they had overestimated Grimm's weight as much as possible, they really didn't expect that the other party's strength would reach such an awe-inspiring level.

The tent instantly became quiet, waiting for Grimm's answer.