The Wizarding Age

"Hehehe... Little guy, you have found the right person to compete with the old woman in poison casting. Let's see who is more poisonous!"

With a burst of sneer, the poisonous woman Gwennaville, who was high in the sky, rose up from the body of a denser and thicker invisible poisonous miasma, which rolled towards Remi from all angles.

They were obviously some invisible and intangible tiny poisonous fungi, but they were controlled by this poisonous woman as if they were her arms and fingers. They were more obedient and more arbitrary than the army that had been trained thousands of times.

The face of the fledgling Remi suddenly became unusually ugly. He gently patted the servant corpse under him, and the other party immediately turned around and rushed into the distance. All the low-level poisonous corpses stayed where they were, and even rushed into the poisonous fog to voluntarily become the flesh and blood parasites that reproduced the plague spores.

For a time, the field was shrouded in black fog, almost bringing the whole world into a hazy illusion.

While the other party's vision was blocked, the remaining dozen servant corpses also fled in all directions, fleeing to different areas.

"Want to escape? Hehehe... Little guy, you'd better stay here!" How could the old witch, who had locked onto Remi early on, not notice its movements. With a sinister laugh, the old witch gathered a thick poisonous miasma to protect her body, rushed into the poisonous fog, and planned to continue chasing the fleeing poisonous spirit.

But what she didn't expect was that just after rushing into the poisonous fog, before she could pass through it, the dense poisonous fog around her, like a cloud, quickly exploded.

Explosion?

This is a special ability that the old witch didn't expect!

The poisonous fungi she drove had various abilities, such as infection, corrosion, assimilation, alteration, lurking, eruption... but there was no ability to explode. This... seems to belong to the category of elemental witchcraft?

However, no matter how surprised and horrified she was, this huge poisonous fog still exploded with her as the center.

Just like elemental witchcraft, the tiny plague spores, the deadly toxins that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, exploded in an extremely tragic way. And she, Gwennaville, who claimed to be a powerful poisonous woman, was in the center of the most powerful explosion when the poisonous fog exploded.

A moment of carelessness and arrogance immediately made the poisonous woman pay a "heavy" price!

Cough cough cough...

In a violent cough and wheezing, Gwennaville, with a black face, rushed out of the self-exploding poison group crookedly, and then screamed like a bird with broken wings and fell from the sky.

After two minutes, Gwennaville finally dispelled the poisonous cloud wrapped around her body, and then took out a piece of brightly colored grass cake from the earthenware jar with hatred, broke it into pieces, put it in her mouth and chewed it hard.

Then there was another violent cough, and this time she vomited some purple-black blood, which was vaguely mixed with some blood and flesh fragments of internal organs.

After using this self-mutilation method to clear the plague spores in her body, Gwennaville was completely relieved. However, in this way, her originally weak constitution was reduced by two or three points, and it would be difficult to improve it in the short term.

The old witch opened her triangular eyes and gritted her teeth to curse the poisonous spirit for its insidiousness. But what surprised her even more was that the other party's way of driving the poisonous fungus was so strange that it could make the poisonous fungus explode... Was it a poison technique or a natural ability?

This is obviously unknown.

If you really want to know, I'm afraid you can only know it after catching the poisonous spirit and dissecting it thoroughly.

In the previous round, the old witch was not defeated, but she was just careless for a while and fell into the trap of the little guy. The toxins and latent spores in her body were eliminated almost instantly, although the internal organs and constitution were slightly affected during the elimination process. But this little bit of impact was just a minor injury to a level 3 poisonous woman. What annoyed her most was the damage to her face.

While getting up from the muddy ground with hatred and slapping off the dirt on her black robe, the old witch cursed the clever boy loudly. Under her angry gaze, the magic broom that served as a flying device was blown to pieces by the self-explosion just now and could no longer fly.

The old witch was good at poison, not flying.

So in order to improve her mobility, she bought this magic broom, which was the latest model in the Northland Witches' Light Wheel series and the fastest one, the Light Wheel 2000.

Who knew that because of her carelessness, it was actually damaged in the hands of a fledgling kid.

Shaking with anger, the old witch had to take out another flying broom, straddled it with difficulty, flew into the sky with a whoosh, and chased in the direction of the other party's escape.

The self-explosion just now also made the old witch lose her mental lock on the poison spirit. Now whether she can catch up with the opponent depends on luck and her half-baked tracking skills.

As the poison spirit and the old witch left one after another, the wilderness regained its tranquility again.

However, the remaining poison mist slowly seeped into the surrounding soil and vegetation, causing them to wither and die quickly, presenting a look of extinction.

If the paladins had not come here to perform large-scale purification, I am afraid that this area within a radius of dozens of miles would become a terrible dead land. No creature or plant can survive here, and even if it is too close to here, there is a huge risk of infection with plague bacteria.

The short battle between the two 3rd-level poison spellcasters actually created a plague area of ​​dozens of miles in the Envik plane out of thin air, which fully exposed the horror and power of 3rd-level creatures!

If a high-level spellcaster abuses his ability without restraint, the damage caused to the plane is extremely difficult to repair. This is the case for level 3, so what about level 4?

In many cases, the Great Thousand Planes limit the upper limit of internal power to level 4. It cannot be said that there is a kind of inevitability in the dark.

…………

Grimm is flying rapidly.

At this moment, he has transformed into a huge flame without any form, leaving a clear fire path in the sky and flying forward quickly. Every 5 seconds, the fireball will perform a flame jump, instantly change the direction of flight, and spray in another direction.

The power of fire magic is great, but it is easy to leave a clear trace when escaping, which is also a helpless place.

Although the two wizards behind him have been thrown away and disappeared, Grimm still dared not slack off and was still struggling to escape.

He felt very clearly that a cold breath like a venomous snake's tongue was always entangled with him, closely following his every move.

It's the giant snake wizard!

Grimm dared to assert that the other party must have some kind of strange tracking ability, which could track him accurately and close the distance between them little by little.

Is it witchcraft or innate ability? Lacking specific intelligence and information, even the chip could not answer this question, so it could only remain in doubt for the time being.

After running wildly for half a day, he still couldn't get rid of this weird feeling. Grimm simply stopped running aimlessly, but changed direction and went straight to the nearest active volcano.

Since he couldn't escape, he would fight!

As the fleeing party, Grimm naturally had the opportunity to choose the most suitable battle place for himself.

Gunsas Volcano is the most famous active volcano in the Zambe Empire and the most active one.

Looking down from a high altitude, Gunsas Volcano is a beautiful nearly circular crater.

Its mountain is not high. Walking on the slope full of volcanic ash, there will be a strange rustling sound under your feet. Due to the continuous eruption all year round, it is almost difficult to see any green vegetation within the mountain and the surrounding kilometers. Only five kilometers away can you see some sparse trees.

As soon as Grimm flew near the Gunsas volcano, he saw the thick gray smoke column rising straight up, and the rumbling volcanic roar day and night.

When he arrived here, he felt the strong breath of fire elements coming towards him, and the flame energy in Grimm's body became more active and agitated.

After a slight pause in the sky and a glance at the surrounding situation, Grimm turned into a ball of fire again and instantly sank into the slowly rolling and flowing liquid magma in the crater.

Grimm, who turned into a human-shaped flame, quickly traveled in the magma. When he arrived here, it was as if he was at home. The magma fluid and the terrifying flame flow with a temperature of up to two or three thousand degrees were not only not his enemies, but also became his best helpers.

A fire gate was summoned in the depths of the magma a hundred meters deep, releasing hundreds of fire creatures from it, allowing them to spread freely in this huge crater. With the constant supply of fire elements here, this flame gate can last longer, allowing more flame creatures to come to this remote Envik plane from the distant fire element plane.

But unfortunately, this kind of summoning flame gate is always one-way.

After these fire elements really run to the Envik plane, it becomes extremely difficult to return to the familiar fire element plane. Unless they also have independent wisdom like the flame tiger Sindar, and can open a small flame channel to return to the fire element plane by their own power, otherwise they will wait to die of old age in the Envik plane!

After laying down the flame gate, Grimm released the elemental magic machine again, allowing it to quickly repair its own damage.

It must be said that the sword of the 4th-level holy knight Ade Kalai was really terrible, almost splitting its body completely. If there was no elemental magic machine to block the sword, I am afraid that the sword would be enough to break Grimm's flame body, and then use the holy light power attached to the sword energy to "purify" his unprotected soul.

Level 4 creatures are indeed not to be underestimated. Even the Paladin, whom Grimm despises, has the same powerful strength to kill him with one blow once he reaches level 4.

Moreover, it is said that Ade Kalai is still seriously injured and is not at the peak of his strength.

Based on this estimate, his strength in his prime is probably even more terrifying!

At least, Grimm is not interested in provoking such a strong man.

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