Age of Adepts

Enemy spotted!

The entire army of trolls still marching thirty-five kilometers away quickened their steps when they received this information.

Several green figures rushed through the dense forest, sprinting with their bare feet and causing unrest to spread throughout the woods. The forest creatures, predator or prey, scampered back into their homes with their tails between their legs. They trembled and whimpered in fear, not a single one of them daring to peek out for a look.

With a clear target in sight, the march of the trolls advanced at a shocking speed!

In just half an hour, the commanders of the army had arrived at a clearing. They discovered the troll hunter, who was now shrouded in a cloud of green and yellow smoke.

The hunter was on his last legs. He was lying on his back in the clearing, where all the grass had already withered. He was curled up into a ball and coughing violently. The blood that he coughed up caused smoke to rise wherever it landed on the grass below and the bushes nearby.

The surrounding plants would also wither rapidly after coming into contact with the smoke.

The commanders couldn’t help but step back at the sight.

The troll warriors started cursing angrily. They could see that these dead bats were their former companions. Who knew how the damned enemy had turned them into their ugly, bat-like forms.

“Chase them…spread out and chase them. We cannot let these invaders escape.”

The troll commander’s furious shout rang throughout the forest and was echoed by the cries of several dozens of trolls.

The tough, elite troll warriors pursued the last remaining bats closely, quickly advancing into a small basin.

The cries of the troll warriors could be heard everywhere here.

Judging from this, the trolls had successfully cornered the enemy in the basin.

However, they had no idea that just a few kilometers away on a cliff above the forest, Mary, Soros, Remi, and the vampires were gathered, gazing at the battlefield from a distance.

“The enemies have walked into the trap! Remi, it’s up to you now.” Mary nodded at Remi, and the Spirit of Pestilence smiled cruelly.

He patted his mount, and the giant poison toad jumped a few paces forward. He stood on top of the toad and extended both arms before letting out a silent howl towards the distant forest.

A strange soundwave traversed the five-kilometer distance and echoed in the basin.

Several squads of troll warriors had now spread out in the forest with their javelins held high. They carefully searched the basin for enemies. If there were even the slightest of movements, their javelins and spears would rain down on the area.

With their strength and precision, no prey could escape their attacks!

A small squad of troll warriors was searching near the edge of some shrubbery. A little rift opened in the ground where they were walking past, and light-yellow smoke drifted out from below.

The smoke wasn’t very thick. Mixed with the natural mist of the forest, it was difficult to notice.

There were over a hundred of these plague spreaders throughout the basin forest, each of them hidden beneath the bushes or the trees.

There was no wind in the basin.

The light-yellow poison cloud lingered in the air, not at all obvious initially. However, when the smoke started to thicken, some of the trolls began to notice something was wrong.

A troll warrior suddenly stabbed with his spear and pierced the bark of an ancient tree in front of him. He retracted his spear, and hanging from the tip was a fat, wriggling worm, still spitting out some strange yellow mist.

When the troll warrior lifted the worm closer for inspection, he unintentionally inhaled some of the poison mist. He immediately felt his head sink heavily and his limbs go numb and weak.

“A trap…this is a trap! Retreat, hurry and retreat!”

The next second, the troll warriors’ panicked cries of anger filled the entire forest.

Sadly, they had realized too late!

No one knew when, but a massive poison cloud had already enveloped the entire basin.

The sound of trolls coughing could be heard everywhere.

“Get out…get out of the basin!” The troll commander raised his voice and roared.

The troll warriors quickly rushed out of the basin under his orders.

Unfortunately, a poison cloud lingered around every troll warrior after they had escaped the basin. Several warriors who were badly poisoned clasped their necks and fell to the ground upon escaping. They wriggled on the ground and screamed in agony.

The trolls were indeed very resilient with a tough body. Sadly, none of them could survive the frightening poison personally laid out by a Third Grade Spirit of Pestilence.

For a moment, the forest was filled with screams of pain and silhouettes rolling across the ground in agony.