According to the information gathered by Grim and the others, coupled with the communication between Kogan and Lord Sarupo's projection, they quickly confirmed that this was a small material plane with a power level that could only reach the 4th order at most!

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The occult system is incomplete.

The magical properties of the entire plane appear to be an obstacle to the casting of spells, which means that it takes a long time to successfully perform sorcery. But even so, there is still a considerable failure rate of spellcasting!

Due to the difficulty of casting, it is also difficult for powerful elemental masters to maintain their class advantage over those who are physically active. That's why there is a terrible situation in this plane where the demon hunter knight completely crushes the spellcaster.

A group of "barbarians" wearing heavy armor, holding metal shields, and straddle horses and swords are also equipped to hunt down the great spellcaster all over the world?

Although none of the wizards present had any sympathy for the casters of this plane, the thought of their own "kind" being hunted down like a beast by a group of knights who played with their savage powers burned with anger in everyone's hearts!

Thinking of such a low level of power in the plane here, Grim couldn't help but become worried, and asked Wizard Kogan: "Lord Kogan, this plane can only hold 4th order power, so ...... Lord Sarupo"

Although Grim didn't finish speaking, everyone present understood.

Lord Sarubo is a terrifying 6th Order Great Wizard, can he really squeeze into this plane with his strength?

Without waiting for Kogan to answer, a low, gentle voice suddenly sounded in everyone's hearts.

"Of course not! This plane simply can't hold my full power. It sounded like the voice of the Grand Wizard of Sarubo: "I don't plan to project all of my power into it, I only need to come in partially." All you need to do now is to guard this place and wait for the wizards to arrive.

They'll build a wizard's tower here.

Once the Wizard Tower is built, then it is possible for me to project all my power into the area enveloped by the Wizard Tower. At that time, as long as the so-called powerhouses of this plane dare to come, I will be able to leave them forever!"

Grim gritted his teeth and asked hesitantly, "Then why don't you let a Rank 4 wizard try to break into here first?"

"Rank 4 wizard? hahaha...... Little one, you are also underestimating the suppression of wizards by the laws of the plane. On the one hand, it is necessary to maintain that the Void Vortex will not be bridged by the self-healing instinct of space, and on the other hand, it is necessary to suppress the fluctuations of the Void Vortex from being perceived by the outside world, and then it is necessary to contend with the powerful dimensional consciousness. Do you think a Rank 4 wizard can do that?"

Several wizards couldn't help but nod silently.

They have felt a lot in the past few days, being in an unfriendly dimensional world, and the discomfort caused by dimensional suppression is almost driving them crazy!

If Lord Sarupo's position was changed to a fourth-order wizard, would he still be able to maintain his combat power level without declining under this heavy suppression and shackles? Once he encountered the attack of the top-level powerhouse of this plane, the fourth-order wizard who was reluctant to do it would be able to continue to maintain his strength advantage in front of the enemy?

For a while, everyone in the audience fell silent, chewing and savoring the deep meaning revealed in the projected words of the great wizard repeatedly.

If they heard me right, this outpost camp should be the safest place on this plane. At least for their group of wizards!

Once they encounter an irresistible enemy outside, they can be lured here and wiped out with the power of the Great Wizard's projection. However, this should not be possible until the Wizard's Tower is built. Before the Wizard Tower was built, the power that the Great Wizard Projection could divide was limited after all, and it could not be used indiscriminately.

Although everyone wanted to ask, what level of power can be differentiated by the current Great Wizard Projection, but this is definitely the core secret of this invasion, and indiscriminate questioning will only attract the suspicion of the Great Wizard, so everyone can only be silent.

The Grand Wizard guided them in, and it took a one-month buffer period to guide the second batch, which had already revealed a lot of information. As a result, several shrewd-minded wizards were secretly thinking about it in their hearts, but on the surface, they began to change the topic and talk about some witchcraft problems.

The subsequent assignment continued as before, with the four family wizards in charge of the construction and improvement of the camp, while the three Grims remained in charge of the periphery. But this time, it's no longer limited to the means!

Before leaving, Wizard Kogan made stern demands on the three Grims.

In the early stage, the main thing is to lurk, do not startle the snake, especially not to draw the enemy's attention to the vicinity of the camp. During this time, the three shamans must use all means to plant the necessary eyeliner in the natives, using the power of the enemy to keep all possible areas close to the camp under surveillance.

If there are small groups of enemies, the three of them can secretly strangle them according to the situation. If the enemy is strong, try to lure them to other areas. At least until the enemy appeared with an irresistible Tier 2 powerhouse, it was impossible for the three of them to get any support and help from the camp.

The three of them had expected this, and they had nothing to complain about. So after a hasty night's rest in the camp, they set out on their journey again!

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The village of Kolka is a small village near the Great Greenland Forest.

There are still many such humble villages in the whole of the Greenland Forest, and they belong to the kind of small villages where you can see all the dwellings from one end of the village, and the total population is less than 6o people.

Because there are many fierce beasts in the mountains, the villages are mostly occupied by hunters. Years of hunting have allowed them to hone their skills in dealing with wild beasts, especially bows, arrows, and traps.

Mountain villages sleep early.

It was just dark, and there were already rare lights in the small mountain village.

In a small wooden hut near the edge of the mountain village, seven or eight strong men dressed as hunters were talking around the fire pit, and the heat of the wooden cups in their hands hid the sorrow on their faces.

"I can't go on like this! I haven't seen a large beast for more than half a month. Today I went to the beast trap in the east to take a look, and I didn't get anything at all. A hunter with a scar on his face opened the conversation first.

"yes, it's been so weird these days, it's like all the beasts are hiding......"

"I'm on my side too...... It's been more than 3o miles deep into the mountains and forests, and I don't even have a pheasant or harre......

"yes, yes......"

……

Everyone was talking about it, and their words were full of confusion and doubt.

"Could it be some terrible monster?" asked the little hunter coldly.

The crowd immediately fell silent.

For their group of hunters who beg for a living in the mountains and forests, there is nothing more terrible than encountering monsters. Don't look at how good they are at dealing with those jungle beasts, but if they encounter monsters, I'm afraid they won't even have a chance to escape!

"Most of those monsters are deep in the mountains, and they all have their own fixed territory, so they won't run out so easily, right?" a young hunter couldn't help but ask.

"Divide the group, avoid disaster, fail in the clan struggle, or come a more powerful monster...... These may make those terrifying monsters change their living areas......" said an experienced old hunter coldly.

The crowd fell silent again.

"Why don't we gather tomorrow and venture into the depths of the woods?" asked a hunter tentatively.......

His proposal was immediately echoed by everyone, and the discussion immediately became lively again.

However, just when everyone's discussion was in full swing, there was a sudden knock on the simple wooden door.

Everyone was stunned!

It can't be someone from the village, otherwise just push the door in, who would stand in the cold wind and knock on the door like that. Their small mountain village is located halfway up the mountainside, the mountain is steep, and the paths are rugged, how can anyone still break into it after dark?

You know, in order to prevent wild beasts from breaking into the mountain village in the middle of the night, there are a lot of traps and traps placed on the periphery of the village!

"Who?" said the owner of the cabin, standing up and shouting in a deep voice.

No one spoke, but the knock on the wooden door did not stop.

Just when everyone's hearts were slightly cold, there was a faint sound of rustling above their heads. Then there was a click, and something strange fell from the roof of the shed and landed on them.

"It's a scorpion ......"

Some of the sharp-eyed hunters screamed in amazement, and then they kept fluttering and shaking to chase away the black scorpions they had never seen before. But with a slight tingling in their bodies, the hunters stiffened, and a paralyzing sensation that they had never experienced before spread rapidly through their bodies.

The hunters whose skin had been pierced by the scorpion's tail needles froze in place, their tongues trembling slightly, and their eyes showing a look of horror and fear, but they lost the ability to move.

Under their horrified gaze, strange scorpions with bulging bellies appeared in the hut and crawled down their stiff bodies to their faces. Propping their mouths open with their sharp arthrops, the strange scorpion worm burrowed into it without hesitation.

Each hunter looked in horror at their nearest companion, and they could clearly see that a high, raised mass was sliding down the esophagus. As for themselves, there was a heart-rending pain in their throats, and their esophagus and trachea were all punctured by foreign bodies. That terrible scorpion is still digging down!

They wanted to scream loudly for help, but unfortunately their throats were blocked. They wanted to pull out the terrible scorpion with their hands, but their bodies were so paralyzed that they couldn't even move their little fingers.

Such a terrifying scene made all the hunters frightened, and one by one their eyes rolled and passed out in agony. Only Hank, who was the strongest, barely managed to hold on, and he didn't fall unconscious.

So, he was fortunate enough to see the figure of the main messenger behind the scenes.

At some point, a strange cloaked man had entered the hut and slowly sat down by the fire.

In the dim light of the fire, Hank saw two dark green ghostly fires under the hood and an ugly and terrible face that was too big to look at.

Is this a bug or a person?

With one last touch of boredom, Hank's consciousness descended into eternal darkness!