Ma Wen did not stay in Isengar for too long.
This camp, which was mainly made up of human wizards, was destined to be a stop for him. He rested in the camp for a day, then left Isengar under the cover of night.
He had gotten a few good things from Balhe, but it was a pity that Isengar was just a small camp, and there were no appraisers whose expertise had reached the level of a guru, so there was no way to provide appraisal services to Marvin.
It was said that there were all kinds of unfathomable appraisers in the nearby Holy Light City.
It was also the most powerful force in the southern region of the Blood Wastelands.
Ma Wen collected information about going to Holy Light City from the camp, and a recent rumor caught his attention.
It was said that Holy Light City was not peaceful recently. The daughter of the Moon Goddess Fania, Miss Silvermoon, seemed to have appeared in Holy Light City. It was a mysterious figure, but it was recognized by some knowledgeable people.
There was once a prophecy that Miss Silvermoon's most beloved divine weapon, the Grip of Cold Light, was buried in a treasure cave near Holy Light City.
Therefore, Holy Light City was said to be very lively recently, and many forces were coveting Holy Light City.
Ma Wen did not know much about the mysterious Moon Goddess, and her daughter, Miss Silvermoon, was also a descendant of the ancient gods who rarely showed themselves in front of people. However, he still knew about the famous Grip of Cold Light.
In Fernand's Assassin advancement knowledge, he had to have a lot of information about legendary daggers.
Ma Wen was naturally obsessed with these weapons. A weapon like the Green Leaf was already considered the best among daggers.
However, according to what Ma Wen knew, the quality of the Grip of Cold Light was even higher than the Green Leaf.
This was because the Green Leaf was a pair of legendary items, while the Grip of Cold Light was a pair of divine weapons!
It was a pair of daggers ranked even higher than Dusk.
"It is said that there have been countless wars in the Blood Wastelands, and many gods have fallen here."
"According to the official information I learned in my previous life, Miss Silvermoon died in the third era. It is very likely that her spirit is lingering here."
"Is the Grip of Cold Light really going to appear?"
Thinking of this, Ma Wen couldn't help but feel excited.
If he went to Holy Light City to look for Minsk, he could try his luck and see if he could obtain the Chilling Light Grasp.
After all, Qing Ye had already proved exactly how great a good weapon was to an expert.
Alone, he crossed the paddy field and stepped onto the corridor of withered leaves. Under the cover of the night, he headed north.
…
Somewhere in the Abyss, flames leaped between the mountains.
A furious roar shook the entire land.
"Someone actually dared to kill my child!"
It was a demon the size of a small mountain!
This was an endless battlefield. A large number of strange insects gushed out from the cracks in the distance. The Great Demons waved their towering tree-like hammers and crushed these insects into green liquid.
This juice fueled the demon's flames and also fueled the anger in his heart!
The army behind the demons roared angrily at the same time and charged at the enemy.
This was a great victory.
They had conquered a whole new secondary plane.
However, Demon Lord Balhe himself was not excited.
In fact, when the war was over, he returned to his territory as soon as possible.
His eyes penetrated the plane and saw the face of a young man.
The other party seemed to have sensed his gaze and even turned around to look at him.
The next second, a powerful force interfered with his vision, and he lost track of the other party.
"How dare you kill my most promising child."
Balhe was furious.
But he himself was helpless.
His son died in the Scarlet Wasteland.
The gods and demons had an agreement with each other that strong experts like them could not enter the Scarlet Wasteland.
And the skeletons that died in the Scarlet Wasteland could not directly avenge them. Otherwise, that plane would have been destroyed in the hands of some enraged Supreme.
However, just because the Demon Lord could not do it himself, it did not mean that others could not.
"Collect information on that human immediately."
"Use all our forces in the Scarlet Wasteland – I saw it, that's the Southern Wasteland. How many people do we have there?"
In the face of Balhe's questioning, the beautiful Succubus secretary responded in a soft voice:
"We don't have many people in the Southern region."
"But the good news is that the [Blade Edge] is there."
Balhe sneered: "Let him bring that human's head back to see me."
Three minutes later, near Holy Light City, in a barren woodland, a mantis-like shadow slowly woke up.
… …
Scarlet Wasteland, north of Holy Light City.
The climate of the wasteland was very strange. There was no fixed pattern, and it was purely composed of rules.
For example, to the north of Holy Light City, there was a barren snow-capped mountain, and further south, there was a warm spring.
On a long snow-capped slope, a young girl was struggling to move forward.
Not far away, a short branch of a tree that was covered in snow was exposed.
The girl walked over without changing her expression.
However, when she passed by that branch, the black branch suddenly turned into a poisonous snake!
Hiss hiss hiss!
The poisonous snake's tongue pierced directly into the little girl's neck, but strangely, no blood flowed out.
Whoosh!
A cold light flashed, and the snake's bloody head fell to the snow.
After rolling on the snow-capped slope for a while, it disappeared.
"You shouldn't squander your talent so casually."
A feminine voice sounded in the girl's ear: "I know that people of your race are born assassins, but assassins who rely on talent are easy to die halfway."
The girl's expression was very calm: "Which assassin won't die? Do you want me to keep my useless life and live on? "
The voice seemed very helpless: "Sometimes I really feel that you are my teacher."
The girl showed a rare smile: "Don't worry, teacher, I have the Fountain of Youth, my life is enough for me."
"The Fountain of Youth is not omnipotent. You have already practiced in a special space-time for 10 years. If you continue to squander like this, by the time you return to Fernand, there won't be much left."
The voice was still persuading.
The girl looked at the blood-colored sky, and finally said firmly:
"It's enough, I don't expect to live too long."
"I only hope to become stronger quickly, only then can I help him."
"Teacher, you said that the Grasp of Cold Light is the most suitable weapon for me, but can we really find it?"
The feminine voice's answer was full of arrogance:
"Of course we can."
"Because … that is the weapon I used when I was alive …"
"Let's go, Holy Light City is not far away."
… …
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