My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2572 -858: Avalon, What Kind of Blessing Did You Give? This Is Too Bizarre! (2)

When you find one, it means there are definitely many more around, maybe even forming a settlement.]

Half hanging brother: [Whoa! Are you saying I’ve been fishing surrounded by a bunch of man-eating plants for days? I feel a bit creeped out.]

Mr. Fire who Seeks Wife for Thousands of Miles: [I don’t know exactly what’s happening either, but the ecological changes in the Polluted Swamp have been under the Avalon Church’s watch. However, recently, the pace of these changes has accelerated.

I’m currently at base R-9 and can’t rush back, but I’ve already informed Brother Meow and his team.

They were going back to the Maginot Line to collect weapons anyway, so quickly tell them your fishing spot, and they can check it on the way to see what the real situation is.

But what’s certain is that you admin players and new players shouldn’t wander around the Polluted Swamp recently.

Something really strange is going on in that area.]

Under Brother Huozi’s reminder, the official Druid, Half hanging brother contacted Brother Meow, and with great determination, told them the location of his beloved fishing spot.

The place is really secluded, making one wonder what circumstances allowed Half hanging brother, the fishing enthusiast, to find it.

Maybe it’s just a unique talent of fishing enthusiasts?

However, Brother Meow and his crew weren’t alone; they were accompanied by some Avalon Cultists wearing Forest Robes, exuding an ascetic aura.

These NPCs wore no metallic items, adorning their clothes with roots and flowers.

They had natural tattoos on their arms, necks, and cheeks, and they didn’t groom their long hair and beards, appearing like savages. Still, they spoke very elegantly and naturally, although they occasionally played the role of an annoyingly cryptic speaker, generally leaving a good impression.

These people were the last members of the Druid Order before the Avalon Church was persecuted, and they bore scars from torture, with some even disabled.

They were reinforcements Murphy requested from the Goldenrod Kingdom. Although not numerous, they effectively filled the Avalon Church’s deficiency in the spellcaster strength field. This was their first outing, aimed at discovering exactly what kind of blessing power the God of Nature has bestowed upon the Polluted Swamp.

Now a Red Knight, Brother Meow and his brothers were dressed in flashy Swift Hawk exoskeletons, each carrying a Blood Vulture Claw. They looked more like they were there to show off than to complete a mission. Brother Meow led his siblings with the Holy War Axe of the Mother Earth, striding confidently through the swamp terrain, thanks to their 25-point agility, giving off a rather domineering vibe.

These guys carefully avoided areas marked as dangerous zones and trap areas on the map while protecting several Druids as they moved towards their destination.

“We haven’t been here for just over two months, right? How has the beast population in the swamp increased to this extent? We just encountered three Elite Swamp Tigers along the way, not to mention those terrifyingly large vampire bats. Are these really the same weakling beasts we used to see?”

Brother Meow whispered, while Three Five Battles, wielding a thermite knife, slashed away the vines blocking their path, answering:

“It’s not just the beasts, right? I think the whole swamp’s plants have also grown larger. Didn’t you notice that banana tree earlier? The leaves looked just like those of tropical plants.”

“That’s not a banana tree, my dear Three Five Battles. You’re simply too uneducated. It just looks like one. With your level, trying to serve Avalon as you do, be careful your family doesn’t mock you.”

Brother Meow said, curling his lip:

“That’s a Stink Bomb Tree. Its fruit explodes when stimulated externally, releasing a nauseating odor that directly attacks the respiratory system.

I saw it in Old Eugene’s Book of Nature. It’s said that the fruit of a Stink Bomb Tree that’s thirty years old can not only explode but also secrete strange dust that causes unbearable itching on contact, leading to torn skin and fungal infections in severe cases.

This thing supposedly only exists on some islands in the Misty Sea. I’ve never seen anything like it here in the Polluted Swamp before.”

As they spoke and walked, they were suddenly stopped by a Druid Sister after circling a grove of redwoods.

“Stop! Don’t move! There’s something near you… Don’t provoke it.”

The Druid Sister with emerald green hair and a black scar marring her face shouted, but her mysterious aura remained unaffected. After warning Brother Meow and Three Five Battles, she cast a Druid spell on herself and cautiously approached, carefully grasping an invisible object a few inches above Brother Meow’s head.

As her fingers withdrew, the thing’s true appearance became visible to everyone.

It was a plant like a Venus flytrap, opening its saliva-laden “big mouth” to descend upon Brother Meow’s head. The viscous, colorless juice it contained was evidently corrosive. Most deadly, it was “invisible.”

Even the Red Knight’s perception couldn’t detect its existence.

The Druid Sister carefully collected some of the viscous juice, then used a special frequency to gently pat the plant from the root, like soothing it, causing its trap organs to slowly close and, like a snake, return to the surrounding tree, subsequently entering an almost bizarre optical stealth mode.