Since taking over the task at the hands of the wise man of Moat, the three of Grim have gone their separate ways.

Grim arrives to investigate the blight, Amelia sneaks into the spore grove, and Remy wanders around the swamp with nothing to do.

Of course, before parting, Grim had warned it that it could no longer release plague germs indiscriminately like those secondary planes in this spirit realm. Otherwise, if you provoke those 4th-order bosses, even Grim will not dare to pack the ticket and get out of the way.

After all, even in the Tallinn region of the wizarding world, there are only thirteen fourth-order wizards. However, the wetland swamp, which is more than ten times smaller than the scattered Tallinn, has eight fourth-order creatures. Therefore, in the unit's territory, the number of high-level creatures in the spirit realm far exceeds that in the wizarding world.

In such a strange environment, if you continue to act as unscrupulously as before, I am afraid that sooner or later you will be besieged by the local aborigines. It was for this reason, and out of convenience, that Grim agreed to the swamp wise man to investigate the so-called blight on his behalf.

But now it seems that the swamp wise man's suspicions are not unreasonable.

The so-called wilt is not a natural disease formed by the degradation of water sources, but a terrible toadstool bred by special means.

After seeing the true face of these black smokes, Grim did not hesitate to smack the witch staff in his hand, and a ring of fire rose in front of him, directly detaining the Remy who was wandering in the distance.

"Boss, what do you want to do?" Remy, who suddenly appeared in front of Grim, immediately complained: "I just found an interesting little fishman, and you ...... Huh, what is this?"

Remy quickly sniffed out the poisonous scent trapped in the fireball, and his small green eyes immediately widened.

"There's the smell of allogeneic modification, there's the smell of deadly toadstools, there's the smell of microspores...... Boss, it seems that there is also a guy here who is good at deploying and manipulating plague spores. Where did you get all this stuff?"

"It's in the bodies of these witherers...... How, from your professional point of view, where did they come from?"

"You let them all out! I won't be able to get any further information without devouring them......

With a wave of his hand, the fireball disappeared abruptly.

Seeing this, the black smoke trapped in it wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but was swallowed up by Remy with his mouth open.

After inhaling the black smoke, Remy smacked his mouth, his eyes blurred, and muttered to himself like a dream, "Feed...... Infect...... Drive away ......"

After a quarter of an hour and a half, Remy struck a struck a spirit, and he broke out of his dream.

"I know how these guys got sick! Follow me ......."

Remy took Grim to a clearing in the center of the Death Mire, where there was a shallow puddle of water no more than 100 meters in size, making it the area with the highest concentration of life in the Death Mire.

Here, a large number of swamp creatures gathered, some of them with obvious limb wilting on their bodies, and a lingering swarm of terrible mosquitoes and flies lingering on the surface of their bodies. For these infected people with blight, other creatures also walked around one after another, not daring to approach them in the slightest.

"Boss, do you have a way to get us to hide? I guess we'll see a good show soon!" said a sinister smile on Remy's Peppa Pig-esque face.

Grim slammed the witch staff in his hand, and a ring of fire swept the two of them into it.

As the flames spread, the figures of the two suddenly disappeared in place.

In a strange golden flame, Remy looked curiously at his surroundings and his body, his eyes were like a layer of bright red scarf, red, everything he saw was a little distorted and illusory, not as real and reliable as before.

"This is one of the laws of fire that you have mastered, and it's amazing......" Remy looked around enviously, and even ran up to a staggering fungal giant to show his teeth and claws until he was sure that the other could not see him.

"What are we waiting for here?" asked Grim.

"Wait for a good show to begin!" Remy smirked, "The virogenic bacteria are deliberately emasculated by them and can only be transmitted through direct contact." It seems that they don't want to let this germ spread indefinitely......"

"So what?"

"So, the best way for them to infect any area of life is to poison it. Only in this way can the infected be kept in the area they want and not spread to themselves!"

"When will they come?"

"Soon...... At least the smell of the germs I perceived in these infected people was within the last few days!"

"Okay, then wait slowly!"

…………

The wait is long, but it's well worth it.

Remy went to collect the vomit and excrement of the blight-infected, while Grim began collecting some local kiwispores, as well as all sorts of strange mushrooms.

He could feel that the unique climate and space environment of the wetland swamp was related to these strange and alien mushrooms. Some mushrooms contain something that is of great interest to Grim.

Just when the two of them were busy and interested, an inconspicuous and obscene figure sneaked into the area.

This is a male spore man with a body size of less than half a meter, with sharp-beaked monkey gills and rat-like eyes, and looks like a sneaky and invisible person. With a bulging leather pouch on its back, it cautiously slipped into Grim's senses.

It stands to reason that with the weak aura of strength on this spore man, he was afraid that before he could get close to the center of this death quagmire, he would have been torn to pieces by the rampant swamp creatures. However, it slipped in with all its beards and tails, and did not appear to have been attacked in any way.

The reason for this is simple, that is, the male spore man also has a foul smell of blight, which attracts those swamp creatures to avoid it. No matter how Grim observed and scanned it, he didn't find any limb atrophy after the blight onset in the male sporogen.

Looking around left and right, as if noticing that there was nothing unusual, the guy cautiously approached a staggering fungal giant, and then pulled a fist-sized white mushroom from its back pouch and threw it at the other party.

The white mushroom kept rolling on the ground, finally catching the attention of the fungal giant.

As if sensing the fragrant smell of the white mushroom, the fungal giant pounced on it like a madman, rolled up the white mushroom with its thick tentacles and threw it into its mouth.

A moment later, the fungal giant that had eaten the white mushroom trembled and roared desperately in the sky. And above its body, its originally thick and strong body began to wither and dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a large swarm of black mosquitoes and flies poured out of its mouth, surrounding it.

Seeing that the fungal giant had been tricked, the spore man immediately sneaked towards the second target not far away.

However, just as it took out another white mushroom and wanted to concoct it, a faint male voice suddenly came from behind, which made it startled.

"Who told you to do this?"

The Spore Man suddenly looked back, and what he saw was Grim slowly emerging from the void.

Grim was dressed as a human wizard, but he didn't have the terrifying magic fluctuations that scared people to death, and he looked like an ordinary human. But the Spore Man was obviously not ignorant, so he could naturally recognize Grim's extraordinaryness.

Coupled with the fact that what it did was completely 'ugly', it jumped three feet high in fright, turned around and tried to run away.

However, with its weak strength like a high-level apprentice, it also wants to escape from the hands of the legendary fire witch. Such an idea is undoubtedly ridiculous!

With a snap of his fingers, a ring of fire inexplicably appeared under the opponent's feet, and from it extended a condensed flame shackle like a substance, binding the spore man tightly, and it was difficult to move a bit.

Grim stepped lightly on the soft mud and came to the side of the spore, and with a flick of his right hand in front of the other man's eyes, a small cluster of golden flames condensed from the tip of his index finger. The other party was in a great panic, and his attention was instantly attracted by the small flames.

And when its gaze is fixed on the small flame, the whole mind and thinking also fall into a state of stasis at the same time, and it can no longer organize effective thinking and response.

Hoodwink the public...... It's just a simple fire-based sorcery!

"Where are you from, why did you come here to poison them, where did you make these carriers?" asked Grim without hesitation.

"Pod Cave...... Pod Cavern...... Pod Cavern ......"

For some reason, the spore man seemed to have lost his mind, and could barely remember anything other than the repeated words 'pod cave'.

"Lord Moat, what do you think of the matter here?" Grim interrogated several times, but could not get any other answer, so he could only turn his head and communicate with a strange eyeball attached to his shoulder blade.

Through this natural eye, Moat, who was hundreds of miles away, also watched the whole process of Grim's capture of the spore man and the feeding of the spore man.

And the swamp wise man's mood was obviously extremely unhappy now, and the voice transmitted through the eye of nature was full of murderous aura.

"The Demon Pod Cave is the sacred place of the Demon Spore Clan! there are terrible traps and so many guards that even my spiritual will can hardly extend into it. Judging from the current indications, these carriers were concocted by the Demon Spore Clan in the Demon Pod Cave in order to force the rest of the races and creatures out of the wetland swamp. Hmph, these bastards, this time you went too far!"

"Then you mean ......" As an outsider, Grim naturally doesn't care whether the creatures here are dead or alive. However, when Moat said that the Demon Pod Cave was a sacred place for the Demon Spore Clan, his heart was moved, and he was a little eager to try.

"You have the spore bats send back the spore and the carriers. I'm going to contact the Hydra King and the Flying Bat Leader and discuss with them about expelling the Demon Spore Clan. In the meantime, if you can come up with more and more powerful evidence, I will not hesitate to mobilize the power of the entire wetland swamp against the Demon Spore Clan. When the time comes, attack the holy land of the Demon Spore Clan, and you will naturally be able to obtain those Origin Waters. ”

"Moreover, I have completed the task of finding the mastermind behind the blight, and I will send the reward you deserve to you as soon as possible......"