The Ash Boots had been completed, and the next item was the Flame Emblem armband.
The Fire Dragon's blood and top-grade Fire Agate had been prepared, but he still lacked half of the Essence Fire Iron. High-grade resources like these were rare to begin with, and Grimm did not know many high-ranked Alchemists. Hence, it was difficult to gather enough in a short time.
Just when Grimm thought that he could only delay this matter for another three to five years, Alice sent him an exciting piece of news.
The whereabouts of the Essence Fire Iron had been determined!
Grimm rushed to the Tower of Destiny as fast as he could. There, Alice was waiting for him with her brows furrowed.
"Is there something wrong with the news?"
"There's nothing wrong with the news. I can confirm that they have a large amount of Essence Fire Iron, enough for you to forge a magic weapon …"
"Then why are you still hesitating?"
"The problem is that I wasn't the one who found them. They found me!"
Grimm's expression immediately turned solemn.
If Alice had divined this news herself, Grimm would not have been worried. However, since the other party had taken the initiative to look for him, it meant two things …
Firstly, the other party had definitely come prepared. It was obvious that they knew what Grimm needed the most.
Secondly, the other party's target was Grimm, and they did not seem to have concealed this fact.
"Where is she?"
"In the hall on the fifth floor!"
A few minutes later, Grimm finally met the mysterious Northern Magus in a Magic Hall.
This was a middle-aged witch with an extremely ordinary face. She was not very old, but there was a sinister aura lingering in her eyes. Looking at her would always make one's heart palpitate.
[Beep. Detected a high-energy force field. Unable to see through it. Unable to scan …] The A.I. Chip's prompt stunned Grimm.
It was not like he had never encountered high-ranked Magi before. Even the rank 3 Dark Magus could not hide her aura to such an extent. Coupled with the palpitations he felt when he approached her, Grimm's heart trembled. He suspected that she might be a rank 4 Magus.
A rank 4 Magus. Even in the northern lands, where there were many talented people, such a powerful Magus would only appear once in a hundred years. Grimm could not help but feel slightly nervous that the other party would come looking for him.
"Are you Grimm?" As if sensing Grimm's nervousness, the middle-aged witch asked calmly.
"Yes!"
"Tier 2 Fire Wizard?"
Grim hesitated for a moment before replying.
"I have a mission here that I need someone to help me with. The reward for the mission is 30 kilograms of Fire-Repellent Iron. Are you willing to accept it?" The middle-aged witch directly stated her intention.
"Mission?" Grim licked his lips. 30 kilograms of Firesrag Iron was more than enough for him to forge a Flame Emblem. "What can I do for you, sir?"
"Molten core! I need at least a Grade 2 Molten Core! "
Grimm swallowed his saliva, and his youthful and tough face immediately revealed a strange expression of 'I knew it'.
The molten core could only be found in high-level flame creatures. It was like their heart, the core component of the flame creature's condensed flame essence. In the Magus World, it was rare to find a Lord-ranked flame creature, so if one wanted to obtain a molten core, they would have to go to another world to look for it.
A Grade 2 Molten Core meant that one would need to kill a Grade 2 Lord of the Flames. Just thinking about it made one's scalp go numb.
"You don't need to worry about where to find it. I have the coordinates of a Grade 2 Lord of the Flames. Go kill it and bring me its Molten Core!" The middle-aged witch said coldly. She raised her hand and threw out a fiery red ball of light that was emitting a faint glow.
Grimm raised his hand and used a layer of flame barrier to stop the ball of light in front of him.
[Beep. Strange spiritual force detected. Detected a world waymark from another plane … Initial analysis shows that it is a world waymark from the Fire Elemental Plane. Requesting host's instruction to accept it?]
Grimm hesitated for a moment and finally released the control of his spiritual force.
The fiery red ball of light instantly entered Grimm's brain. Grimm closed his eyes and lowered his eyelids to hide the flickering blue light in the depths of his pupils. Soon, he extracted the world waymark hidden in the spiritual force signal.
At the same time, a strange scene that had been imprinted with spiritual force appeared in Grimm's mind.
It was a strange world made entirely of flames.
The sky was burning, and so was the earth.
Even the basic substances that formed the outlines of mountains, rivers, rocks, grasslands, and other objects were slowly burning.
In this world of flames, a tall humanoid figure made up of flames stood silently at the center of the image. It was about 10 metres tall, and its entire body was made up of strange golden flames. Its hands, legs, waist, and neck were adorned with exquisite magic collars that were rich in magical energy.
It was precisely because of the restraints of these magical collars that the strange golden flames only flowed slowly within its translucent body of flames, and did not disperse into the outside world in the slightest.
Through the tall and mighty body of flames, one could vaguely see the heart of the dark red flame in its chest — the Molten Core.
The A.I. Chip continued to work.
From this spiritual force imprint, apart from analyzing an unknown world waymark in the Fire Elemental Plane, he could also extract a trace of the aura of the tall Lord of the Flames. With this aura, Grimm would no longer have to worry about mistaking the Lord of the Flames for someone else.
Grade 2 … It was indeed a Grade 2 Lord of the Flames.
"You mean …" Grimm carefully measured his tone, "You want me to go to the Fire Elemental Plane and kill the Lord of the Flames there, then bring back its Molten Core?"
Grimm could only use the word 'kill' to describe this mission.
There was no helping it. The Four Great Elemental Planes were a strange world with many sides. Of course, the Fire Elemental Plane was filled with pure fire elemental creatures, and they all lived in groups. A Grade 2 Lord of the Flames in the Fire Elemental Plane would at least occupy a large territory that spanned hundreds of miles, and its army of fire elemental creatures would not be less than 100,000.
If Grimm were to go there alone, he might not even be able to defeat the Lord of the Flames in a one-on-one fight. Perhaps the Lord of the Flames' army would be able to annihilate him without leaving a trace.
That was why Grimm purposely used the word 'kill'. Otherwise, he could not think of any other way to kill a Grade 2 Lord of the Flames that possessed such strength and a large army.
At this moment, Grimm vaguely understood the other party's intentions.
The other party did not want the Molten Core. Their real goal was to kill the Grade 2 Lord of the Flames.
Although the other party's strength was much higher than hers, she was still helpless against a Lord of the Flames that hid in the Fire Elemental Plane. The characteristics of the Fire Elemental Plane meant that any outsider could visit it at will, but it was difficult for them to survive there.
There was no air, no water, no food, no roads … The only thing there was a strange flame that burned continuously. Creatures that did not belong to the Fire Elemental Plane could only maintain a magic barrier to resist the invasion of the entire world.
Moreover, there were only fire elements there. Even if other elemental Magi could survive there, they would not be able to get any nourishment from the outside world. Therefore, there was a reason why the other party wanted to find the Fire Shaman.
At least the Fire Shaman would not be beaten up without being able to fight back, nor would he have all his power depleted. As for whether or not he could defeat the Lord of the Flames, that was Grimm's problem!
"You … agree?" The middle-aged Magus asked coldly.
Grimm hesitated for a moment. Before he could turn around to look at Alice, her telepathic voice sounded in his mind.
"Agree to her request! I promise there are no traps in there! "
Grimm's heart finally calmed down, and he nodded in agreement.
Alice, who was listening from a corner of the hall, frowned slightly, her face revealing a trace of confusion.
As if worried that Grimm would go back on his words, the middle-aged Magus took out a contract from her bosom and tossed it to him.
"You can take a look at the contract. If you agree, then sign it!"
Glancing at it, Grimm had already understood the contents of the Witchcraft Contract on the sheepskin scroll. What was written on it was exactly what the other party had promised. There were no falsehoods or traps.
Grimm pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "If you trust me, why don't you give me the Fire-Repelling Iron first? That way, I'll be more confident in completing this mission!"
"That's not a problem!" As if she was not worried that Grimm would go back on his word, the middle-aged Magus tossed a wooden earring to him. It contained the 15 kilograms of Fire-Repelling Iron that Grimm urgently needed.
Since the other party was so straightforward, Grimm naturally would not waste any more time. He condensed a strand of spiritual force at the tip of his finger and gently pressed it on the inscription at the bottom of the contract. A flame mark slowly appeared on the surface, and the bright yellow halo that represented the establishment of the contract instantly entered Grimm and the middle-aged Magus's bodies.
This kind of contract had a very strong binding force on Magi. If a Magus dared to violate the contract, they would suffer from the backlash of the contract, and their soul would no longer be able to progress. If this contract was made by a grade 4 Magus, the spell's effect would probably be as long as 100 to 200 years.
This meant that as long as Grimm could not complete the contract, his strength would not improve!
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