The Wizarding Age

This is deep in a dark and deep mushroom forest.

The towering mushrooms hold up a huge umbrella, blocking the dark and gloomy misty sky, and making the light in the forest darker and darker.

The bright mushrooms and glimmering mosses scattered throughout the jungle light up with colorful fluorescence, coupled with the flying fluorescent spores, which makes this mushroom forest full of a strange and evil flavor that can only be found in fairy tales.

Looking into the distance through this lush mushroom forest, you can see some strange spore plants growing in a large open valley. The rhizomes of these plants are very thick, and the fruits on them are huge, which is not proportional to their petite bodies.

Because the fruits on the head stems are too large, with a diameter of nearly one meter, the stems of these plants are bent. In the spore field, spore people who are only a little over one meter tall are working hard.

They turned the soil from time to time, watered some green juice, and carefully took care of each plant with huge fruits, just like taking care of their own children.

Whenever a fruit is ripe, the huge fruit group will burst open, and thick and sticky fruit juice will flow out from it. And along with the fruit juice, there is also a strange fetus with closed eyes and screaming. At this time, the spore people who are responsible for taking care of the spore forest will gather together.

They carefully wrapped the fetus and sent it back to the village for raising. With the arrival of the maturity of the spore forest, one after another magic spore babies were born, which made these baby-sitters very busy and had no time to rest.

On the periphery of the spore forest, you can see tall fungus giants constantly patrolling. On the shoulders of each fungus giant, you can see a more petite spore man figure. The hands and feet of the spore man are inserted into the fungus giant body as if melted, as if they have merged with it.

It is precisely because of the magic spores' strange ability that they can occupy a place in the wetland swamps where monsters are rampant with their weak bodies and strength, and slowly infect this territory by implanting spores.

The magic spores are not monolithic, but are divided into two major classes: nobles and civilians.

The so-called magic spores actually refer to the noble class. They generally have all kinds of strange magical abilities, and can also allow swamp creatures to gain some magical abilities after infecting them. Ordinary civilians do not have this ability, so they generally engage in hard and tiring jobs such as baby sitters, planters, and peripheral scouts.

Amelia waited anxiously in the mushroom jungle until a sneaky thin figure appeared in front of her.

"Uncle Naru, what's the situation in the holy land?" Seeing the other party appear, Amelia asked anxiously.

"Fainson has left... I heard that something went wrong in the ogre camp, so he rushed to deal with it! Currently, only Theo is in charge of the holy land, but there is also a giant army with him. It will be very difficult for you to sneak in!" The man called Naru is an old male spore man. Judging from his appearance, he seems to be nearing the end of his life. He is panting even when he speaks a few words.

"What about the secret passage? Does the secret passage that my father secretly dug still exist?"

"The secret passage is still there... However, the fact that you escaped with the secret passage last time has aroused Fainson's suspicion, and he has been looking for the secret passage. For this reason, he has also arranged many mechanisms and traps in the holy land, and even I can't find out many of the arrangements..."

"Uncle Naru, thank you for your hard work. You have always been the most loyal person to our family, and I grew up in your eyes. If... if things go well this time, you will leave here with me!"

"Princess, are you planning to give up the ancestral heritage of the magic spore family?"

Emelia sighed faintly.

"Naru, you have never walked out of this swamp, and you have no idea how vast and huge this world is. I am now a wizard, and the wizard world is also a more glorious civilization than the spirit world. The so-called "business" that our Magic Spores have been operating for hundreds of years in seclusion is now a ridiculous farce in my opinion. Leaving this closed and conservative world, our Magic Spores will definitely grow better and faster..."

"By the way, Uncle Naru, I asked you to secretly win over some old tribesmen who are willing to follow me. I wonder how you are doing?"

"Your Highness, you have been away for too long... Many old tribesmen have passed away one after another. And for the sake of safety, I dare not try it recklessly, so I only won over seven of the most trustworthy guys!"

Hearing Naru's answer, Emilia's eyes lit up.

"That's enough! According to the plan, I will sneak into the holy land and take back the things that originally belonged to my father. You and the tribesmen you have recruited should prepare more seeds, all kinds of seeds are fine, and take them away... Remember, when you see the fire in the holy land, bring the tribesmen back here. At that time, I will take you back to that new world..."

After giving a few simple instructions, Amelia sent Naru away.

Looking up at the dim sky and sensing the message from the master of the family from afar, Amelia put on her hood again and quietly slipped to the holy land in the distance.

The holy land of the Magic Spore Clan is located in a huge and winding cave.

If you enter from the front, you will encounter almost every guard post every three steps and a sentry post every five steps. You will encounter countless guards and sentries along the way. Therefore, even with the magical power of Moat, the swamp wise man, he cannot extend his perception and vision here.

Naturally, it is impossible to know what the magic spore family is doing behind the scenes!

But the builder of this holy land was not actually Farnson, but Amelia's former father, the previous leader of the Magic Spore Clan. Therefore, Farnson, who had attempted to usurp the throne and power, naturally did not know that there was a hidden passage leading directly to the outside world in the heavily guarded Magic Spore Holy Land.

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The battle on the battlefield is still very fierce...

Without his warhammer, Goldface was like a heavy bear, chasing after the tall flame giant in vain, but unable to get any closer to it.

The flame witchcraft that Grim wielded at will brought unimaginable disaster to Goldface and the entire ogre camp!

The ogres obviously had the advantage in terms of numbers and location, but on the battlefield, it was Greem who beat the entire Angrosh ogres violently.

And just as Greem was ruling the battlefield crazily, the first batch of reinforcements arrived in a hurry.

It was none other than Moat, the wise man of the swamp, and Lawrence, the prophet of water, who came all the way with the help of water mist teleportation.

Although they did not bring any reinforcements, just relying on their level 4 status, they instantly overwhelmed the battle situation.

In despair, Goldface hugged his head and fled into the camp, never daring to fight again, letting the flame giant transformed by Greem crazily harvest the lives of his people.

Greem waved his hand, and the flame creatures swarmed out and rushed into the camp after the fleeing ogres. Suddenly, fires were ignited everywhere, and there were sounds of fighting and shouting everywhere.

Seeing that the ogres had no power to fight back, Lawrence, the prophet of water, slowly walked into the battlefield and faced off against Greem from afar.

"The Angrosh ogres have lost the courage to fight. Outsiders, you can stop!" Lawrence said calmly, with no expression on his face composed purely of light blue water elements: " We will take over the next battle, you must stop killing immediately!"

Um? Is this water element not from your side?

Greem was so confused by the other party's hostility that he couldn't help but look at Moat suspiciously.

Moat smiled bitterly, took out a small braided bag from his arms, and threw it to Greem.

"This is the reward you deserve from your previous mission. As for the battle here, you should slow down for a while! Our target today is that Farnson, and this Golfey... we should try to recruit and surrender as much as possible!"

"Surrender?" Greem smiled coldly: "You're trying to surrender the ogre chief before he's been caught? If you don't take the opportunity to destroy the entire ogre camp now, I'm afraid the reinforcements from the other side will arrive later. After arriving, it will be too late to do this again..."

"Human wizard, pay attention to your identity..." For some reason, Water Prophet Lawrence didn't have any good impression of Greem when they met: "How to deal with this ogre chief is an internal matter in our wetland swamp. It's not up to us. You, an outsider, are here to dictate!”

Upon hearing Lawrence's answer, Greem's face filled with flames froze. He stared at the Water Prophet coldly, and finally nodded: "Okay... very good! Since this is the inside of your wetland swamp business, then I’ll take a break.”

After saying this, Greem stretched out his hand and the witch staff flew over from the side of the Flame Gate.

Without the support of the flame power of the witch's staff, the Flame Gate couldn't help but collapse inward with a loud rumbling sound, and finally collapsed and disintegrated into an overflowing sea of ​​fire. And those flame creatures that were still fighting on the battlefield quickly dissipated one by one, and soon disappeared.

For a time, only the twelve swamp giants were left on the battlefield, still chasing the fleeing ogres, while the rest of the area became inexplicably deserted.

snort……

The Water Prophet Lawrence didn't care at all about Greem's performance.

It stood in a rolling and boiling pond. With a rapid murmur of spells, the water figures on the water surface quickly rose up, and a huge army of water elements was summoned in an instant.

Most of the levels of these water elements are only level 1 or 2, but their number is astonishing.

They moved quickly on the water, quickly filling the vacancy in their own combat power after the flame creatures disappeared, once again forming an overwhelming numerical advantage over the ogres.