Chapter 1200 - The Blight
Greem had seen plenty of Swamp Giants on the way here.
They were humanoid creatures, wide and bulky, with massive bodies, thick legs, and tentacle-like arms. Their bodies were also covered in many strange, tumor-like growths.
An adolescent Swamp Giant was an average of ten meters tall. Even juvenile Swamp Giants were at least three meters tall.
Yet, Sage Moat was claiming that he was a Swamp Giant. That…was slightly beyond Greem’s comprehension.
It made Greem more certain that Sage Moat was certainly a deviant, even amongst the Swamp Giants.
Only someone with exceptional talent could outshine the rest of the Swamp Giants and become the guide, observer, and Sage of the massive Marsh Wetlands.
Greem fumbled for words for a few seconds before finally nodding, “It seems you must be an exceptional person, even among the Swamp Giants. Otherwise, you couldn’t have reached your current level.”
Even though he was already a Fourth Grade that stood far above most planar creatures, Sage Moat still lived a simple and humble life. Greem could barely see any of the blinding energy radiance given off by high-grade equipment on his body.
Greem wasn’t surprised at Sage Moat’s suggestion. Instead, he looked calmly at him. “What is it?”
“Several small lakes in the Marsh Wetlands have gone dry mysteriously without any reason over the past few years, reduced to dead, dry mud. Many Fungus Giants, Swamp Lords, and other creatures living in these places have contracted a terrifying blight. Swamp creatures infected by this blight show obvious signs of decay on their bodies. They then go mad and start attacking everything around them.”
Greem listened silently to Moat’s explanation. His eyebrow was raised slightly, as if deep in thought.
“You mean…you want me to investigate the cause of this blight for you?”
“Yes. As long as you can find the source of the blight, I can give you the Giant Shiitake Mushroom spores as a reward. If you can eliminate the source of the blight, I have two more special mushrooms in my possession. One is beneficial to the Spirit, and the other benefits elementium affinity.”
“Hss…” Greem drew in a breath of cold air once more. When he looked at Moat again, it was as if he was looking at a walking treasury.
Even a sunken ship had three pounds of nails in it!
He honestly had never expected that this seemingly poor and broke Sage Moat could have treasures that would move even him.
However, even the best treasures could not get in the way of his central purpose here!
Greem fell silent for a moment before speaking, “Sage Moat, in all honesty, we are here at the Marsh Wetlands for the Primal Water. Before we get our hands on the Primal Water, I don’t wish to branch off into other affairs.”
“Primal Water?” Moat turned and looked at Emelia, before calmly saying, “This little girl didn’t provoke you into coming here, did she? There is indeed Primal Water here in the Marsh Wetlands. It is kept in the holy lands of the magical sporepeople. If you want to obtain the Primal Water, you will unavoidably clash with them!”
“Yes. That is why I want to hear your opinion before I head to the Spore Forest!”
Moat fell silent.
After a long pause, he finally said: “You must have heard the news of the Marsh Wetlands along the way. Over the past few years, there have been drastic changes happening here. The driving force behind the changes is the leader of the magical sporepeople, Fahssn, the lord of the Fungi Giants Kalvax, and several other independent Swamp Lords.
“So, I suggest you accept this request to investigate the blight! With the investigation as an excuse, you can brazenly enter most regions in the Marsh Wetlands without being stopped by the local creatures. If I am not wrong, this calamity that has befallen the Marsh Wetlands is very likely to have something to do with the actions of the magical sporepeople.”
Greem’s eyes gleamed when he heard Moat’s words.
“You mean to say that if the blight does have something to do with the magical sporepeople, you will be willing to act as well?”
“Not just me,” Moat tapped his staff angrily. “I have contacted Mortok, the King of the Hydras and Morses Lightwing, the Leader of the Sporebats. As long as you produce sufficient evidence, I will personally exile those bastards from the Marsh Wetlands!”
It seemed like the calamity of the Marsh Wetlands had caused Moat to become uncharacteristically furious.