Age of Adepts Chapter 508 Voodoo Doll

Chapter 508 Voodoo Doll

"Tell me, why did you drag me here ahead of time?"

Endor casually asked as she used a small carving knife to cut the roasted bear meat into suitable and edible chunks.

According to the original plan, the third batch of individuals who were supposed to transfer over was Sabrina and Snorlax. However, Greem had suddenly swapped the order, putting Endor into the third batch instead of the fourth. That was why she had appeared here five days ahead of time.

The Black Qiraji Resonating Crystal allowed Greem to maintain close contact with Alice, despite them being in different planes.

"Because this place is more suited for you!" Greem praised Endor's culinary skills while smiling and answering, "After fighting with the goblins, I realized the most suited to dealing with the goblins had to be you."

"Are you referring to the use of poison?" Poison Hag Endor couldn't help but pause for a moment.

"Indeed! We are at a numerical disadvantage here. The ma.s.sive difference between our races makes it impossible for us to disguise ourselves and hide amongst them. It isn't hard to imagine that long and grueling guerrilla warfare is what awaits us. They chase, we run. It's difficult to establish a base where we can gain a foothold."

"And so you thought of using poison?"

"Not poison, but plague!" Under the illumination of the fire, a cold light flashed in Greem's black eyes, "Poisoning several dozen goblins to death is not helpful in our current situation. What I need right now is a terrifying plague that can threaten the entire Goblin Plane. It is only when the lives of most of the goblins are within our grasp that they will willingly give up their pa.s.sion and obsession with magic energy, turning instead to kneel before us!"

The people present were all pure adepts that had been raised in the World of Adepts. None of them expressed any shock or objection at Greem's casual mention of plaguing an entire plane of living creatures. Instead, they furrowed their bows and considered the feasibility of such a plan.

"I do have some decent plague viruses with me. It won't be a problem to kill several hundreds of thousands of goblins when I spread them out. However," Endor hesitated for a moment, "These little fellows aren't that easy to control. It's tough to control these viruses once they leave my palm. They might be useful at scaring the goblins, but we will need to increase our control over the source of the plague viruses if we want to use it as leverage in negotiations with the goblins!"

"This is no problem!"

Greem smiled and extended his hand. The Scroll of Voodoo that hung by his waist immediately flew to his palm. A marionette etched with numerous magical runes appeared in front of the eyes of the adepts under the effect of Greem's magic.

The marionette creaked and moved its wooden mouth when it saw the adepts before it. It let out a strange voice that resembled a human baby. Its two wooden eyes were still somewhat stiff when they started moving, but they quickly became as agile and lively as those of a human's.

"A voodoo doll!" A kind smile surfaced on Endor's ugly old face, "It seems you've cultivated this little fellow very well. Its intelligence is very complete. It will most definitely become a powerful helper of yours in the future!"

"It should be no problem to use it to control the plague viruses, should it?" Greem humbly asked.

He might be the one who had personally cultivated the voodoo doll, but many little problems needed to be dealt with before it matured. Greem could only be a humble disciple when placed compared to the proficient poison master Endor.

"Mm!" Endor nodded, "Have your voodoo doll swallow my plague viruses; the plague will merge with the voodoo poison. This way, the reach of the plague and whether it becomes activated will be completely within our control. It will be time for you to negotiate with the ruler of the goblins once most of this plane's goblins have been infected with the virus."

After a sinister laugh, Endor reached out with her slight, skinny hands. She cautiously took out a medicine jar from her waist pouch. The black medicine jar wasn't very large–only about the size of a fist–and was sealed with magical runes on the lid.

Greem tried several times, but even his Spirit had a hard time piercing through the runes to see the contents of the jar. Judging from that, the medicine jar itself was magical equipment.

Something that had to be stored inside magical equipment...

Greem's heart moved. He started to look forward even more to the plague virus that Endor had mentioned!

Endor followed some sort of odd ritual. She first tapped the jar lightly in several spots before placing the jar before her mouth and softly chanting several pa.s.swords. The magical rune seals were finally dispelled.

"Have your voodoo doll prepare," Poison Hag Endor's expression was deadly serious at this moment, "Even I have no means of taking back or eliminating the plague virus the moment it escapes!"

All the other adepts present retreated into the distance to avoid interrupting the two of them. As adepts, their Physique would kill any ordinary plague, even if the viruses managed to make it into their body. However, would a plague virus that Poison Hag Endor treated with such caution be a common virus you would find on the streets?

The adepts made a temporary retreat to ensure no accidents occurred.

Light flashed in Greem's black eyes, and a crimson Ring of Fire silently enveloped him and Endor. That kept them safe from interruption while preventing the plague viruses from escaping.

Endor took out a sky blue crystal leaf and placed it in her mouth. It was only then that she lightly opened the piece of cloth covering the jar.

A green mist emerged.

The green mist had initially been about to disperse into the surrounding air upon escaping its confines secretly. However, the Ring of Fire gave it no such opportunity. As some virus spores ignited in a crackle of flame, the shapeless and colorless plague virus was forced into a cl.u.s.ter to resist the corrosion of the dense fire elementium in the air.

Greem couldn't help but be impressed by this unstable floating cloud of mist that was gradually becoming greener. The method by which lethal viruses spread was roughly the same across all worlds. The viruses could split out into numerous microscopic spores that scattered everywhere through currents in the air.

It was precisely because the spores they split into were so tiny that they were invisible to the naked eye that plague viruses had such a fearsome reputation. Only adepts could detect their existence through the use of their Spirits.

At the moment, the plague viruses in front of Greem could gather together when they were driven into a dead end. The viruses were relying on their numbers to resist the corrosion of the fire elementium temporarily. This… from a certain perspective, this gave them elementary group intelligence.

A plague virus like this had probably cost a lot of effort and resources on Endor's part to cultivate.

For some reason, the voodoo doll sitting on the Scroll of Voodoo became extremely excited when it saw this cloud of green mist. It kept sending requests to Greem with its baby-like cries.

None of the adepts present could understand its language. Even Greem was only able to understand its meaning through the central link that was the Scroll of Voodoo.

Greem clasped his right hand, and the Ring of Fire started to shrink with the green mist at its center. The green cloud had no choice but to shrink itself further to fight back against the fire elementium. It condensed into a green gumball the size of a thumb before it managed to reach a semblance of equilibrium with the Ring of Fire.

Greem lifted the fist-sized Ring of Fire and placed it before the voodoo doll. The doll betrayed a joyous smile with its wooden eyebrows and immediately plunged its head inside and swallowed the bright green gumball.

All the magical runes on the voodoo doll's body started shining after it swallowed the plague. Various strange runes lit up and dimmed, illuminating the doll's wooden body with a sickly green color.

The voodoo doll burped in a human fashion before diving back into the Scroll of Voodoo and vanishing without a trace.

Greem flipped open the Scroll of Voodoo. Only a single page remained in the tome. The voodoo doll was curled up within a magical silver circle, snoring as it slept.

The Chip's notification rang out in Greem's mind.

[Beep. 17 hours, 16 minutes, 54 seconds before the voodoo doll completely digests the plague virus.

[73 hours, 28 minutes, 13 seconds before the voodoo doll spits out poisonsoul seeds.]

Greem nodded in satisfaction.

"Everyone take a rest here for a while. Thirty-seven hours from now, we will obtain our first batch of poisonsoul seeds. Then we can go out for a big fight!"

Everyone was firmly confident in Greem's words.

One could say that the reason the adepts were willing to follow Greem into this place of risk was that they believed in Greem's insight and power.

In all honesty, Greem's faction was still too weak right now.

If one were to count with their fingers, it would seem as if the number of adepts that Greem had gathered at Fire Throne had exceeded the number of adepts the Sarubo had stationed in the Feidnan City tower.

Did that mean that the strength of Greem's faction was beyond the power of the Sarubo headquarters?

No, of course not. If anyone honestly thought so, they would be an ignorant and foolish person!

One couldn't a.s.sume the strength of Greem's factions by their current numbers. There might seem to be a wealth of talent, but how many would be left once the b.l.o.o.d.y and cruel planar war came to its conclusion?

It was important to note that the Sarubo Clan had lost nine adepts before barely managing to conquer the Knight's Plane, even with Sixth Grade Great Adept Sarubo backing them and two Third Grade adepts as the princ.i.p.al military force.

The Goblin Plane that Greem had picked might be far weaker than the Knight's Plane on an overall scale, but they still had their ace–magic energy–hidden up their sleeves. If they engaged in a frontal confrontation with the Goblin Empire, the number of adept casualties would be absolutely terrifying!

Could Greem's faction pay such a high price?

To avoid his faction being worn down, Greem could only take on most of the risk himself, while thinking of alternative methods to wear away at the strength of the goblins.

In such a situation, an inconspicuous plague undoubtedly became his best option!