The Wizarding Age

In the dark shadows that staggered and twisted, the jagged stalagmites, rock peaks, and stone protrusions occupied most of the visual field. The empty and silent cave could be heard far away along the winding tunnels as long as there was a sound.

Grimm was perched on the back of the Demon Crocodile Hunter, and the blue light kept flashing in his eyes.

Although the surroundings were very quiet and there was no sound, Grimm's danger instinct had already sounded. It seems that a large number of enemies have come!

With a slight sound, the blinding red flame shield appeared and began to rotate around Grimm's body. The chip in Grimm's mind was busy calculating, and countless real-time images were constantly matched and compared. The subtle differences that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye were found one by one by the chip with fiery eyes, and then they were marked on Grimm's retina in turn.

Grimm turned his head and stared at a low-hanging stalactite on the left side of his route. The shadow there was a little thicker than before. As Grimm stomped his feet lightly, the native hunter in front of him raised his hand, and a sharp earth spear of earth yellow appeared in his hand.

Twisting his waist and swinging his body, under the powerful projection of the native hunter, the earth spear turned into a yellow lightning, and instantly pierced into the shadow.

In Grimm's sight, there was nothing there, neither any elemental reaction nor any breath of life. But as the earth spear pierced into the flesh, there was first a dull "puff" sound of the nail piercing into the flesh, followed by a shrill scream that resounded through the silent space.

In the shadow, a humanoid creature covered in blue-black fine scales suddenly appeared, and the earth spear just pierced through its chest and nailed it to the stone pillar.

Warm blood dripped out along the earth spear, and the humanoid creature began to struggle desperately, and the more it struggled, the larger the wound torn by the earth spear, and the more fierce the blood rushed.

Puff.

The second earth spear came across the sky and pierced its head directly.

The humanoid creature stopped moving instantly, hanging motionlessly on the stone pillar, and the only sound in the cave was the crisp and pleasant sound of blood dripping on the ground.

The next moment, Grimm looked up at the dark top of the wall.

It was twelve or thirteen meters above the ground, and even with Grimm's vision, the scene he saw was blurred under the interference of weak light. But as the native hunter threw two earth spears, another thin and agile humanoid creature fell from above.

The two spears just now pierced its right chest and left leg, but did not take its life. However, just as it lay on the cold floor in pain and struggled desperately, the huge claws of the demon crocodile suddenly expanded in front of it.

With a muffled sound, the muffled sound of tomatoes and watermelons being stepped on and exploded rang out in the cave.

The demon crocodile was still moving forward leisurely and slowly. When it raised its paw again, there was only a pool of muddy meat paste where the humanoid creature was. It was difficult to distinguish the shape, race and gender.

A sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the darkness.

When the whistle resounded through the cave, in the dark darkness in the distance, countless shadowy black shadows began to quickly approach Grimm. The number was probably more than a hundred.

In the darkness, the sound of bowstrings continued to burst, and the sharp explosions that cut through the air came from all directions, aiming directly at Grimm, who was on fire.

Oh, prepare for a group fight!

Grimm did not dare to be arrogant. He instantly dispersed the flame shield on his body, and then his body sank into the huge and sturdy body of the demon crocodile as if he was trapped in a swamp.

Puff puff puff...

As soon as Grimm disappeared, the back of the demon crocodile where he was standing was densely covered with sharp arrows like a wheat field. All the arrows flashed green fluorescence, obviously quenched with some unknown toxin.

The native hunters who were also affected were also full of arrows, but it didn't care. It raised its hands above its head and kept grabbing. Every time it could automatically condense a one-and-a-half-meter-long earth elemental spear. And it was shooting arrows left and right, constantly throwing them at the lizard hunters who showed up in the distance.

Some were dodged by the lizard hunters and assassins, some were blown up on the stalagmites of the rock peaks that got in the way, and some hit the target directly, instantly destroying an enemy in the shadows.

It has to be said that the body of the lizard man is still too weak and slender. In order not to affect the flexibility and swiftness of their movements, they did not evolve hard scales like those of large monsters, but grew layers of fine and thin blue-black scales. As for their role, it was just to isolate the leakage of body temperature.

This evolutionary direction gave them unparalleled dark stealth capabilities in the dark caves, but made their defenses vulnerable. No matter where the earth spears with the thickness of a cup mouth pierced their bodies, it was a terrifying and fatal injury. Their delicate bodies were simply not enough to resist such attacks.

The poisoned arrows they usually used were completely useless against the elemental puppet life of a clay sculpture native. As a last resort, these lizard hunters had to draw out their short daggers and fly between the rock walls and stalagmites to pounce on the huge demon crocodile that was still moving forward.

At this moment, the defects of not having demonized weapons were clearly revealed.

Although the weapons made of special metals underground are extremely sharp, most of them are thin and short. Such weapons are not enough to break the yellow mud armor on the surface of the demon crocodile. Many lizardmen surrounded the demon crocodile and attacked it continuously, and the mud debris cut by the mud armor fell off. But after a moment, a yellow halo flashed by, and the mud armor was restored to its original state.

They couldn't beat the demon crocodile, but the demon crocodile could beat them.

Although the attack frequency of the demon crocodile was a little slower, every large-scale ground spear could take the lives of 3-5 lizardmen. The demon crocodile was like a giant tank that kept rumbling forward, while the lizardmen were a group of ignorant natives holding bamboo spears and carrying bamboo arrows. The difference in strength between the two sides was not a little bit, and the huge casualties caused by this were also reasonable.

Finally, after more than half of the lizardmen were injured, a shrill whistle sounded again in the darkness in the distance.

With a low roar, the lizardmen began to retreat.

When the surroundings of the magic crocodile returned to peace again, Grimm's body hidden under the thick cloak slowly emerged. He hesitated for a moment and did not drive the magic crocodile to chase these enemies.

It can be seen that the underground tribes here have a strong sense of territory. He probably suffered from their fierce attacks because he was too close to their habitat. At this time, they suffered such a big loss, and it seems that they will retreat to their nests for defense.

However, just as Grimm drove the magic crocodile to move forward, his keen hearing sensed the shrill screams of the lizardmen in the distance, as if a new war had started in the dark.

However, Grimm was not interested in this, so he just stood on the magic crocodile and looked into the distance for a few times before continuing his journey.

In the dark shadows, the old jackal leader hid behind a stone pillar, looking at Grimm who was swaggering from a distance, with an expression of surprise that was difficult to hide on his gray, pointed and thin hairy face.

Behind it, the jackals, who were agile and swift in the dark and rugged caves, were rushing towards the defeated lizardmen. The two sides were chasing and fighting in the dark shadows of rock peaks and stalagmites. The muffled sound of sharp daggers cutting throats was endless.

If this raid went smoothly, maybe the damn lizardmen tribe would be driven out of this area, and then all the benefits in the ruins would belong to the jackals.

However, Gray Ear still had concerns about the surface apprentice who suddenly broke into the inner circle of the ruins.

As it waved its hand, a subordinate emerged from the shadows behind it.

"Go, inform the Cracked Tooth of Paradise City, and ask him to tell the Fallen Wizard that someone else wants to enter the ruins. Let's say that our Gray Ears tribe couldn't stop the enemy and suffered heavy losses, and the Dark Scaled Lizardmen tribe was exterminated by the enemy!" In the darkness, the old gnoll's scarlet blood pupils were cold and his white fangs were frightening.

"Yes, I'll go right away!"

With a slight bow, Shadow turned and sank into the endless darkness.

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The further he went, the deeper his worries became.

In front of him, behind him, on his left and right, and even above his head and under his feet, the metal content in the rock layer was getting higher and higher, and the soil exposed was getting less and less. This also means that once he encounters a terrible enemy here, even he will find it difficult to escape underground as before.

This is really the bad news he least wants to hear.

But Grimm had to admit that this is indeed an area that is extremely suitable for building a city.

In the underground world, if you want to build a city once and for all, in addition to considering the surrounding biological resources, mineral resources and drinking water sources, the most important thing to consider is the stability and firmness of the geological structure. Areas like this, which are surrounded by metal deposits and continuous and stable rock formations, are rare.

The presence of mineral deposits means that there will be a steady stream of resources to attract wandering caravans, and the presence of water means that more lives can be supported here, but these are not as good as having a stable "sky". No one wants to be crushed into a meat pie by tens of millions of tons of soil and gravel in their sleep!

So Kirby pointed out that this is the ruins of the previous Paradise City, judging from the terrain alone, it is still somewhat reasonable.

After passing through the habitats of multiple underground races in succession, perhaps affected by the defeat of the lizardmen, they all huddled in the darkness in the distance, but did not impulsively rush forward to attack.

So in a scene full of dangers, the magic crocodile finally came to the end of a long journey.

When Grimm rode the magic crocodile through a huge archway, the empty space in front of him suddenly became empty, and a huge dark cave full of mysterious and fantastic colors appeared in front of him.

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