"Tell me everything about the Black Swamp."
Flanders's voice was heard.
At that moment, the blood spirit flower came to a sudden realization.
"You want to go to the Black Swamp?"
The blood spirit flower asked.
That was true. To ordinary people and weak mages, that place was hell. If they went, they would die, and they would not be able to come into contact with it.
But to strange creatures like them, that place was like heaven.
Because strange creatures were all the same.
They liked damp places the most.
That place was also the wettest place in the world.
And as long as they were stronger, they would have a greater say in that place.
For someone with his strength, even if he was not the strongest in the Black Swamp, there probably would not be many strange people who would dare to provoke him.
