The Wizarding Age

"I am indeed a demigod!"

Grimm simply admitted the fact when he saw that he could no longer pretend.

As soon as he said this, the faces of the people in the field changed. In addition to vigilance and caution, they looked at him with awe.

Even the troll leader Uma, who had been so mighty and domineering before, was instantly three points shorter, and his momentum was even more restrained. He was a little restless.

How could the identity of a demigod have such a huge impact on the people present?

Grimm couldn't help but feel a little confused.

It's not surprising that he realized it later, but it's a common problem for strong people who come out of the big world!

Grimm was born in the wizard world.

And the wizard world is one of the few well-developed large planes in the multiverse, and now there is even a slight opportunity to be promoted to a giant plane.

It is precisely because he traveled to such an excellent plane world that Grimm was no stranger to high-level power from the moment he awakened his consciousness. And he lived up to everyone's expectations and successfully stepped out of the plane, promoted to the fifth-level demigod, and then naturally jumped to the sixth level.

Grimm saw, heard, and came into contact with a lot of big guys, and the high-level power he had seen was also varied and unique. Therefore, in his eyes, the fifth-level demigod was just barely touching the threshold of high-level power, and the promotion to the sixth level made him enter the hall and become a real big man.

It was because of this "misunderstanding" that Grimm "misjudged" the weight of the fifth-level demigod!

For the wizard group, a demigod may be insignificant.

But for this closed space at the moment, it is no less than a "god"-like existence!

The Moonlight Glade has existed for nearly ten thousand years, but the real high-end power is only the druid demigod stationed in the Night Elf Temple. As for the other alien races living in this forest, they are not qualified and capable of cultivating demigods belonging to their own tribes.

Of course, the major alien indigenous forces have their own fourth-level strongmen.

But in the absence of high-level resources and knowledge guidance, they can't find the way to the fifth level by blindly exploring.

Therefore, the Moonlight Glade will always belong to the night elves, and they... will always be the trial objects used to hone the younger generation in the night elf territory!

They have been fighting against the night elves for thousands of years, and have experienced the terrifying power of the druid demigod countless times. Naturally, they have a fear and envy of the title of "demigod" that ordinary people can't understand.

They want to have their own demigod too much.

Unfortunately, the peak of the fourth level is their ceiling.

It is precisely because of this terrible one-level difference that their resistance and impact from generation to generation have ended in vain and loss of troops.

It's not that they don't want to resist the rule of the night elves, but the gap in high-end combat power makes them doomed to fail.

Therefore, today, when they suddenly met Grimm, the foreign demigod, many troll warriors present were envious and jealous, but also had deep fear.

Looking at the complex and ever-changing expressions of the trolls, Grimm instantly grasped their mentality and understood how to deal with them next.

"This honorable human demigod, I don't know what brought you here!" Chief Uma immediately put his hand on his chest to express his respect again, and by the way, he tried to test: "If there is any place where we can serve, our Broken Spear Trolls are willing to serve you wholeheartedly!"

Grimm smiled and did not take the other party's words seriously.

These guys are all old sly guys. It is impossible for them to surrender just because of the identity of a demigod. The other party is more of a test, trying to figure out what Grimm, the demigod, is planning when he suddenly broke into the Moonlight Glade.

As for helping...

Taking him, the demigod from another world, to travel around is a kind of help, and using the power of the whole tribe to fight against the night elves is a kind of help. What kind of help it is depends on whether Grimm gives enough benefits!

Grimm has come into contact with such a cunning person, how can he not see through and understand the little thoughts of the trolls in front of him?

Grimm chuckled a few times, then suddenly stopped smiling and said in a deep voice: "I want to destroy that plane door, are you willing to help me?"

Hearing this, the faces of the troll warriors present changed color.

The troll leader Uma and the troll priest looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and confusion that could not be concealed.

"Your Excellency wants to destroy that plane door?" The troll priest asked in surprise.

"Why? No?" Grimm asked with a smile.

"Yes, but do you know..." the troll priest pondered, "The Plane Gate is the most important thing for the night elves, and the protection of it is absolutely impeccable! The entire Druid Cult rarely appears on the front line, just to guard the Plane Gate and protect this creation that can directly connect to the Elven Realm..."

"Of course I know." Grimm laughed, "But shouldn't the Night Elves value the Nature Temple the most? When will it be the turn of the Plane Gate?"

The troll leader Uma explained, "The importance of the Temple is naturally higher than the Plane Gate. The Druid Demigod is stationed there personally, and those who go there to cause trouble are dead. And the Plane Gate is also a place they value very much. The Druid Cult is responsible for guarding it, and it is extremely difficult to launch a sneak attack..."

This sounds like both an explanation and an excuse.

It is conceivable that once Greem asked the trolls to help attack these two locations, the other party would immediately use this excuse to directly refuse. After all, in the space of Moonlight Grove, there is no force that can compete with the Druid demigods and the Druid Order, otherwise they would not be willing to be suppressed for thousands of years.

They are unwilling to give in, but they also know what the bottom line of the night elves is.

The two sides were fighting and fighting deep in the forest. They seemed to be irreconcilable, but they were also measured and restrained. The Shatterspear Trolls would not dare to touch the natural temples and plane gates that the night elves valued so much.

If you really dare to attack these two places, what will greet them will no longer be confrontation and stalemate, but bloody cleansing and destruction!

The old voice of the troll priest sounded from behind the oak mask.

"Since you know the importance of these two locations, you will naturally know how the night elves will react...Do you want us, the Shattered Spear Trolls, to be exterminated? I'm sorry, please forgive us for refusing!"

The other trolls also showed expressions of rejection, but the troll leader remained silent, as if waiting for Greem's answer.

"Attacking the gate of the plane is a life-saving job, and I will naturally give you a life-saving price. Now it depends on whether you accept it or not!" Greem still looked like he was not worried about your rejection, which also made several The top troll officials were a little suspicious and hesitant.

"I'm sorry, no matter what kind of reward you give, we will not risk annihilation to do these things... You should please come back!" the troll priest said categorically.

"Oh? Could it be that I can't give you the method to advance to demigods in exchange for your help?" Greem pretended to be surprised.

"Wha...what?"

The troll priest who heard this couldn't believe his ears, and almost jumped up. The other trolls were also extremely shocked, and all of them looked at Greem with incredible expressions in their eyes. But the troll leader Uma only moved his expression slightly, his eyes tightened a little, and his face showed a look of vigilance and thinking.

Greem was too lazy to explain to the other trolls. He stared at the leader with the highest authority in the troll clan and said softly: "You have reached the peak of power. If you can't master the method, even if you survive At the end of your life, you can’t even think about taking that crucial step...and I will bring you that crucial step!"

Greem seemed to be saying this to all the trolls, but in fact it was only aimed at the troll leader Uma. Because among the many trolls present, only it has reached the peak level of the fourth level, and it is really only one step away from the so-called demigod!

There was no need for Uma to answer, Greem had already seen the answer from the instantly explosive look in the other party's eyes.

Hehe, I'm not afraid that you're greedy, I'm afraid that you're not greedy... If you really have no desires or desires, how can I use you!

"You...have...the...method...to become...a god..." Uma asked categorically, one word at a time.

For a small alien tribe like the trolls, the rules required to advance to the fifth level of demigod are indeed equivalent to Greem's advancement to the sixth level!

"Uma, you can't agree to him! The gate of the plane is the reverse scale of the night elves. If you touch it, you will die! By then, our entire Broken Spear tribe will not be able to survive. What's the use of the method of becoming a god?" Seeing the leader's intention, the demon priest quickly remonstrated with heartache.

Obviously, it was not knocked unconscious by the pie thrown by Grim.

Greem still smiled nonchalantly and said, "Yes, this old man is indeed right. If you offend the night elves, it will be difficult for the Broken Spear Tribe to survive alone, but what if someone helps you share the danger?"

Now Greem is like a smiling devil, using the most considerate words to lure the trolls in front of him into the death trap step by step... Although the trolls are struggling, they are faced with helplessness. The temptation to refuse is to compromise and admit defeat.

"How to share the danger?" Uma asked through gritted teeth.

"If the Broken Spear Trolls and their family attack the Plane Gate, the night elves will naturally vent all their anger on you. But if the people who attack the Plane Gate are all the alien races in Moonlight Grove, can they massacre them all here? "Grim chuckled and said the answer.

Now even the troll priest who firmly opposed it was stunned.

"All foreign races?" the troll priest hesitated.

"All alien races!" Greem said decisively: "I need you to come forward and invite all alien races in Moonlight Grove, and then discuss with them a way to jointly attack the plane gate. By then, the wrath of the night elves will come from here. All alien races bear it together, so what are you worried about?"

"Will they listen to us?" The troll priest was still hesitant.

"Then tell them that I will grant all their tribes the method of becoming gods, as long as they participate in this joint attack... Do you think they will refuse?" Greem replied confidently.

The Troll Priest took a deep breath, his eyes wandered, and his expression was solemn.

There is no need to test it, it already has the answer in its mind.

In the entire Moonlight Grove, no tribe or community could refuse the proposal of the human demigod in front of them. This is like a long drought. The indigenous creatures in the entire area have been looking forward to this method of becoming gods for too long...

Even if a river of blood is shed for this, as long as a little bit of blood is left, the whole tribe will usher in a new life hundreds of years later!

Thinking of that glorious moment, all the trolls present could not help but feel their hearts beat...