In the south-central part of the Northern Savannah, there is a forest swamp overgrown with huge fluorescent mushroom trees, and its name is Zanga Swamp. The Zangar Swamp is a bottomless miasm that is infested with poisonous miasma and inhabited by many species of ferocious creatures. The periphery of the swamp is home to crocodiles, and in the depths of the swamp roam the formidable fungal giants. It is said that in the most central area of the swamp, in addition to the demonic beasts that can compete with the dragons, there is even an abyss lord who has crossed over from the abyss demon realm.

In the afternoon, the sun is at its most intense during the day.

Under the scorching sun, the miasma generated by the decaying corpses of animals and plants deposited in the swamp quickly rose and stretched in all directions, covering the entire swamp like a thick fog.

The miasma suddenly surged, and a man in black with a black cloak and a black mask appeared in the swamp, and the people who came looked at the poisonous miasma around him as if there was nothing, and slowly walked on the soft mud of the swamp.

Looking at the tall and fat body of the man in black, he weighs no less than four or five hundred pounds. But he was like a fluttering leaf, not burdened by the mud under his feet, and did not sink into the deep and desperate mire of the swamp. The soles of his feet faintly flickered with fighting energy. On the mainland, the fighting energy released by the warrior can already begin to isolate gravity, allowing the warrior to walk on the water surface or on the tip of the grass, which is a sign that the warrior has reached the ninth level and entered the ranks of the great sword master. And one step further, the warriors who can completely isolate gravity with their own fighting qi and fly in the sky are the likes of Sword Saints who have stepped into the Holy Rank Realm.

The reason why the Zanga swamp is listed as one of the famous places in the grasslands of northern Xinjiang is that the miasma rich in toxins and the bottomless miasm are two of the two factors. These two threats alone can discourage most of the people on the grasslands. Of course, for those who are strong in martial arts and magic, poisonous miasma and quagmire are nothing in their eyes. What can really make these strong people feel headaches is the countless poisonous insects and demonic beasts in the swamp.

And Orn obviously belongs to such a strong man.

After Orn received a plant of ambergris from the ogre leader Mogrosh and learned that it was picked from the Zangar Swamp, he traveled to the Zangar Swamp alone to see if he could find more ambergris here. Of course, although Orn was a ninth-level powerhouse, he didn't dare to go too deep into the Zangar Swamp. Not to mention that there are rumored to be saint-rank demonic beasts in the depths of the Zangar swamp, even those high-level demonic beasts that have also reached the ninth level, if Orn encounters one, he does not dare to guarantee that he will be able to escape with his whole body. As a result, Orn has been wandering around the Zangar Swamp for a few days, but has mostly been active on the edge of the swamp. To Orn's disappointment, though, he found nothing new, and no new ambergris grass was found on the outskirts of the Zangar swamp.

Mogrosh's ability to pick a precious ambergris on the outskirts of the Zangar Marsh seems to have been a stroke of luck. Unfortunately, Orn didn't have such luck, and after searching for ambergris to no avail, Orn had to move deeper into the Zangar swamp. Orn had made up his mind that if he still couldn't find ambergris, he would have to abandon the search. Because if he continued to go deeper into the Zangar Swamp, then the probability of him encountering a ninth-level demonic beast would be greatly increased, not to mention that in case of bad luck, it was not impossible to encounter a saint-level demonic beast.

"It's been a whole year since I came to the grasslands of northern Xinjiang. Over the past year, I've traveled all over the grasslands, and the only ambergris I've found is this one in Ogrosh's hand, which is far from enough for the Overseer. If no new ambergris can be found in the Zangar Swamp this time, the trail of ambergris will be broken again. Orn thought anxiously as he walked through the swamp.

In the past year in the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, he has obtained several pieces of information about the discovery of ambergris grass in various parts of the grassland, and he has also gone to explore them one by one, but in the end, for various reasons, all the explorations have been in vain. If this trip to the Zangar swamp is fruitless, then he will scurry around the steppe like a headless fly, not knowing when he will be able to complete his task.

The thought of years away from home, and the day of returning home was still far away, Orn couldn't help but become irritable.

Just as Orn was distraught, ten meters in front of him, he suddenly heard a 'bang', a large cloud of mud splashed high, and then a huge black shadow jumped out from under the swamp mud like an arrow, and pounced on Orn with great momentum.

Orn was suddenly attacked, but he didn't panic. During the few days spent searching for ambergris in the Zangar Swamp, the scene in front of me would be repeated many times a day. However, unlike previous attacks, Orn was often able to spot lurking enemies much in advance. And this time, the enemy was only ten meters away from Orn, and Orn had not even discovered it in advance, which surprised him. You must know that although he was affected by the negative emotions in his heart, and his perception of the surrounding environment decreased slightly in an instant, he was a ninth-level warrior after all, so he wouldn't be able to find a lurking enemy at such a close distance.

Facing the swooping shadow, Orn didn't dodge. His right hand swung upwards at a lightning speed, and a white light flashed from his hand in an instant. The black shadow originally seized the opportunity to sneak attack, and the speed of the attack was also extremely fast, the distance of ten meters can be said to be in the blink of an eye, if you change to someone else, I am afraid that before you have time to react, you will be attacked by the black shadow. But with Orn's incredible speed, when the black shadow pounced in front of Orn, the white light that Orn unleashed from his preemptive momentum also happened to flash towards the black shadow.

Hearing a painful hiss, the black shadow's huge body suddenly split in half, and the blood of the tent rained down from the black shadow's body along with various organs. Orn's figure shook slightly, and he floated backwards more than ten meters away, avoiding the rain of blood and organs that fell.

Orn now had an extra steel knife with a back three inches thick and a serrated blade, and it was with this strangely shaped steel knife that he slashed the sneak attacker in one fell swoop.

"It turned out to be a seventh-level hooked crocodile, and it was a mutated hidden crocodile, no wonder I hadn't noticed it at such a close distance!" Orn muttered to himself in amazement, looking at the corpse of the sneak attacker.

In the mire more than ten meters in front of him, there was a huge crocodile corpse that had been split in two from head to tail. The dead crocodile's scales were covered in curved sharp barbs and was far larger than other crocodiles on the continent. This crocodile is the hooked crocodile unique to the Zangar swamp.

The crocodile is a rare dual-water and earth-based magical beast that can be found everywhere in the Zangar swamps. The strength levels of this crocodile range from the lowest-level level to the highest-level ninth, and the crocodile has been found in the Zangar swamp. Even a few hundred years ago, there were rumors on the mainland that there were eleventh level crocodiles in the Zangar swamp. And the source of this news was a well-known mercenary team on the continent at that time. This mercenary group is not large, with only a few dozen members, but it is one of the top ten mercenary groups in the world. Because the members of this mercenary group, whether they are warriors, magicians, swordsmen or archers, each of them has entered a high level, and the chief and deputy leaders of the mercenary group are a tenth-level peak sword master and a tenth-level holy demon master.

This mercenary group left countless legendary deeds in the mainland mercenary world of that era, and among the tasks it undertook, there were many difficult tasks, such as assassinating the sea clan general, destroying the demon legion fortress and other tasks, and even it completed the task of subverting a small human country and slaughtering a black dragon. However, during a mission to explore the legendary Abyss Lord's crypt in the Zangar Swamp, this prestigious mercenary group suffered a defeat.

What led to the demise of the mercenary group was an eleventh-level crocodile. After the mercenary group went deep into the central area of the Zangar Swamp, they accidentally encountered this terrifying Silver Saint-Rank giant crocodile. In the battle, none of those high-level mercenaries were spared, even the tenth-level Holy Demon Master was no exception. And the tenth-level peak Sword Saint Leader also escaped from the crocodile mouth by luck after using all means. However, at this time, the Juggernaut was mortally wounded, and as soon as he walked out of the Zangar Swamp, he passed out and fell to the ground. Later, the Sword Saint was discovered by another mercenary group operating nearby, although the mercenary group rescued the Sword Saint, but unfortunately the Sword Saint was too seriously injured and had no skills to return to heaven.

Since then, the news of the existence of eleventh level crocodiles in the Zangar Swamp has spread throughout the continent, and the reputation of the Zangar Swamp has further increased. In the ranking of murderous places in various parts of the continent, although the Zanga Swamp is not as good as the Demon Forest, Sunset Valley, Tanaris Desert, which is known as the most dangerous place on the mainland, but in the northern grassland where it is located, its dangerousness is definitely ranked among the top three.

The wind blows through the swamp.

After the lifeless seventh-level hooked crocodile lost the support of its magic power, the corpse began to slowly sink to the bottom of the mire.

At this moment, Orn's worries became more and more serious.

Since he entered the Zanga swamp, along the way, he has encountered more than a dozen crocodiles. However, in the past few days, he has been active in the periphery of the swamp, and the level of the crocodile he encountered is not high, and the highest is only level four. Now he only went a little deeper into the swamp, and at once he met a seventh-level hooked scale crocodile, and it was also a breed with a talent mutation, which faintly made him feel that the search for ambergris grass would be even more unsmooth.

Orn was about to move on, but suddenly stopped. He slowly turned around, stared at a huge fluorescent mushroom tree dozens of meters away, and said in a deep voice: "Who is it? Sneaky, get out of here!"

'Smack!smack!'

Behind the stalk of this fluorescent mushroom tree, which was nearly twenty meters high, there was a crisp and loud high-five.

"Wonderful, worthy of the 'lightning knife' Nack, the speed of the knife is still amazing. I wonder what you, as the general of the Dolphin Leader Overseer, did not stay in the warm and comfortable south of the Beamon Empire, but ran around in the bitter cold and chaotic land of the north? I am very curious about your intentions, can you tell me about it?" A middle-aged human knight in light armor walked out from behind the stem of the fluorescent mushroom tree and said with a smile.