Wizarding World, Throne of Fire.

Still in that strange and completely separate space, Grim sat silently at his desk reading the holy book of wisdom.

Now he has turned to the seventh page.

And every page he reads brings him indescribable benefits and great gains.

It's a pity that the holy scriptures of wisdom belong to the Lord after all!

Until he killed the god of wisdom, he would not be able to completely subdue and decipher the mysteries contained in the holy book of wisdom. Therefore, every time he reads, it is actually a process of using his spiritual power to fight wits and courage with this artifact.

If he wins, he will be able to parse many fragments of high-level knowledge about the planes and the mysteries of the world from the pages of the book. Of course, it could also be some divine knowledge that he couldn't use for the time being.

If he wants to gain more, he needs to constantly struggle with the holy scriptures of wisdom, constantly detach and analyze the corresponding knowledge fragments from them, and then strive to piece them together into a complete knowledge puzzle.

If he fails, he will have to endure the counterattack of the Holy Book of Wisdom, and suffer a certain degree of spiritual blow.

Fortunately, this is a completely independent alien dimension, cut off from the original connection between the Wisdom Sacred Book and the God of Wisdom, so the spiritual backlash it has endured has not yet reached the point where it cannot bear it.

Even better, he has the assistance of chips.

Even if only some fragments of knowledge are separated, with the comparison with the witchcraft system, you can still analyze a lot of high-level occult knowledge that is useful to you.

As a result, Grim's mental fluctuations are unusually frequent these days.

Either because of the harvest and the mental power skyrocketed, or because of the spiritual backlash and weakened and abnormal...... And he wandered between the peaks and valleys every day, suffering mentally.

However, stimulated by this, the growth of mental power is also rapid.

It was precisely because of the ups and downs of his daily spiritual power that he did not dare to leave the Flame Throne easily, let alone come forward to fight with others.

Even if Mary was in danger in the Atlas, even if the Iron Capital was attacked outside the territory, Grim only sent some reinforcements, and he could not take the risk himself. After all, with his current broken spiritual power, it would be difficult to completely recover without decades of careful recuperation.

Until then, he really shouldn't fight any Tier 4 enemies!

After carefully and carefully reading the seventh page of the Wisdom Sacred Book, Grim's heart moved slightly, and he hurriedly closed the book and hurriedly left the alien dimension. As soon as he came out of the alien dimension, Grim's body was covered with firelight, and the whole person had already appeared in another witchcraft room.

The furnishings here are simpler, with only an off-white stone chair.

Underneath the stone chair, on the floor of the secret room, there was a dense and complex array of witchcraft runes.

Without hesitation, Grim sat down on the stone chair and activated the witch array at his feet.

The entire secret room quickly dimmed, and with the projection and change of light and shadow in the rune array, it presented a strange scene in another area.

It is a majestic city that stands tall.

Relying on the high mountains, built on the mountains, layered on top of each other, the layers are distinct.

All the buildings are stone houses made of rock blocks, and although they are simple and crude, they have another kind of rugged and majestic atmosphere. At the top of the tall stone platform, one after another, an even taller and more magnificent mysterious temple sits on the top of the mountain, overlooking the majestic city below and the surrounding rolling verdant forests.

And the Shadow Demon possessed by Grim's spiritual power was now hiding in the canopy of a tall ancient tree in the dense forest. Shaded by trees, you can look out over the troll capital in the distance.

"Master, we have already discovered the traces of Lord Mary, should we rush to join her now?" the Shadow Demon passed through a spiritual consciousness.

The two sides are in two different planes, and only with the help of the power of the Witch Tower Runic Array can they barely achieve the same flow rate of time and space, and carry out simple consciousness communication.

"No need to join her, just go to that Quetzalcoatl!" Grim said instantly.

Mary is actually very cautious. Even if she knew that Grim sent the Shadow Demon to care about her and love her, as a blood lord with many blood clans, she needed Grim's help to take down a 'little' totem god, and she must have resisted deep down in her heart!

It was because of his knowledge of Mary that Grim had no intention of letting the Shadow Fiend join her.

Help must be helped, but how to help, Grim plans to do it completely according to his own ideas and rhythm!

Under Grim's command, the Shadow Fiend escaped into the darkness without hesitation, and quickly dived towards the Troll Capital with the help of shadows.

The battle outside the Troll Capital is still in full swing.

Mary led a large number of blood clans and newly subdued blood slaves, and the troll warriors and troll hunters who poured out of the nest to engage in a frantic battle in the depths of the jungle. Every day, a large number of wounded people are brought out of the jungle and sent back to the Troll Capital for treatment.

And the terrible plague is still spreading in the Troll Capital, and has even infected nearly half of the troll civilians in the middle and lower classes.

Attached to the Shadow Fiend's spiritual consciousness, Grim walked through the lower levels of the Troll Capital through its eyes and saw the Troll Infected lying in the stone house wailing in pain.

Men and women, young and old, strong and thin, infected with the plague, can only be left alone in the stone chamber, waiting for death to come. It is precisely because of the strength of the trolls' physique and the tenacity of their vitality that they endure more pain and more terrible torment.

Grim even commanded the Shadow Fiend to infiltrate several stone chambers, probe and examine some of the trolls infected with the plague up close, and then silently give Mary a thumbs up.

Although Mary is usually very aggressive, seems to be a little rough, and has a very short temper, her talent in war is not bad. Because, Grim has found a tendency to mutate in several plague-infected people, and the time is almost synchronous.

This means that Mary's battle with the trolls on the periphery is really a delaying tactic, and she is actually waiting for the plague to bloom in full force. In order to avoid scaring the snake too early, she even asked the poisonous spirit Remi to delay the onset of the early plague infected.

According to the estimation of the epidemic observed by Grim, 3 days later will be the day of the outbreak of the plague in the entire Troll Capital!

At that point, the vast majority of trolls will be brought down by the plague, and half of them will be transformed into terrible servants, causing a bloody slaughter in the troll capital.

At that time, Mary will lead the Bloodclan and drive the army of servants into the lair of Quetzalcoatl.

Such a tactic can really push the odds up to the maximum!

In this respect, Mary had arranged it very well, and even if Grim was here himself, there was nothing that could be improved. Therefore, he planned to use his own strength to find a way to weaken the strength of the Quetzalcoatl God.

This can be regarded as helping Mary from the side!

Shadow Fiend lurks in the darkness, leaping from shadow to shadow as it silently moves through the interior of the Troll Capital. As the platform it was on became higher and higher, the trolls it saw were much better than the ones at the bottom, both in terms of clothing and equipment.

And the higher up the level, the fewer trolls infected with the plague.

In many places, Grim even found strange cauldrons of miserable green soup, with a choking and pungent smell of herbs wafting from them.

Although this primitive and crude herbal soup cannot completely kill the plague germs, it can effectively stifle their activity. This also reduces the contagiousness and explosiveness of the plague in disguise!

Hmph, I can't imagine that these witch doctors still have some means...... It seems necessary to reduce their population somewhat!

While silently spitting groans, Grim guided the Shadow Fiend to jump and shuttle rapidly from shadow to shadow, silently searching for the leader of the witch doctors.

Sure enough, in a mushroom hut on the highest platform, Grim found an elderly witch doctor with a strange wooden staff on his lean.

The small, dimly lit hut was filled with the smell of blood and the pungent smell of herbs, and a dozen troll women were gently withdrawing. The blood of the monster's head that was directly cut off has been drained, and it is stacked together, looking strange and terrifying.

Next to the Flesh Rite were the twisted and crooked bodies of five apemen, their throats had been sliced, and there was a large bloody hole in their chests. Their blood and hearts have been laid out on top of their skulls as a tribute to the great Quetzalcoatl.

In the center of the stack of sacrifices, a blood-dripping spear was enshrined, and on it flashed a strange multicolored light that only high-level weapons could have.

And the old witch doctor Yerk had just held a blood sacrifice ceremony for a day and a night, and at this moment he was slumping down on the side of the hut tiredly, and he couldn't stop taking out some pungent grass cakes and poisonous scorpions covered with strange patterns from the rough clay pot beside him, putting them in his mouth and chewing a few bites, and then swallowed them with his neck straight.

As soon as Grim's possessed Shadow Demon infiltrated the hut, the blood-dripping spear clinked and shook without wind, making a crisp sound.

The old witch doctor Yerk was stunned for a moment, and his dim and cloudy eyes quickly scanned the room, but found no intruders or anomalies.

Could it be a false alarm for the Hallows weapon? It's not very likely!

After all, the Blood Lance was a fourth-order holy weapon given by Quetzalcoatl Himself and possessed all kinds of strange powers that were unimaginable to outsiders. Therefore, the sudden warning of it, Yeke never dared to ignore it.

It is said that those intruders can transform into a tiny red bat and spy on intelligence, could it be that there are enemies infiltrating here?

The old witch doctor Yeke snorted coldly, pulled a palm-sized puppet from his belt and threw it to the ground, and as the black smoke flashed, a giant mosquito with strange patterns flew up from the ground.

The head is the size of a human head, and the sharp snout and thin legs are flashing with the sharp light of metal sharps.

"Go, kill all the xenomorph life in this hut......"