"Master, we don't have much time. That place will be opened soon. More people are approaching. "
In the darkness, a seductive voice sounded.
The Wizard slowly turned around and looked at the curvaceous woman in front of him. His eyes did not waver at all. "I will set up an absolutely safe barrier to ensure that the Regis ruins will not be discovered by anyone. But you, you must stay."
The woman wore a green dress and looked like she had a bit of goblin blood.
"No, I must go with you."
"[Wilderness Hall] is too dangerous. We all know that the God of the Wilderness is an ancient evil god. He was a synonym for ominous things in ancient times. I must go with you. "
Her tone was somewhat worried.
The Wizard silently shook his head. He looked at the statue again and said in a calm voice.
"Someone must stay and watch over Luna."
"This snowy mountain must become a forbidden area. No one, north or south, can approach this place. There are two reckless people trying to approach from the south. I need you to deal with them. "
The woman wanted to say something but hesitated.
The Wizard impatiently waved his hand. "Alright, it's decided."
"I will leave [Puppy] with you. It will be more convenient for you."
Without waiting for the woman's reply, he turned and stepped into the darkness.
The woman stood there silently for a long time.
The statue of the suffering girl was very lifelike. Her gaze was somewhat jealous.
"It's been over a thousand years, but I'm still not as good as a statue, a dead god …"
"Miss Silvermoon, what kind of charm do you have to make a man so infatuated?"
Her murmurs were eventually drowned in the thick darkness.
The crystal ball was still floating in the air, flashing the scene of the two people climbing the snowy mountain.
…
Holy Light City's outskirts.
The beautiful girl was still alone. She was dressed in plain clothes and headed east.
She looked very lonely, but in fact, only she knew how much noise she had endured along the way.
"Isabelle, why can't you be like an ordinary girl? Are you really not interested in gossip? "
"Grasp of Cold Light is Miss Silvermoon's divine artifact. Miss Silvermoon is the daughter of the Moon God Fania. How could she die in the Scarlet Wasteland? Are you not interested at all? "
"Right, before she died, it's said that she had a lover called Bandel. He's a mortal, and it's said that he has great talent as a Magus … "
"Hey hey hey, as an apprentice assassin, you can't keep ignoring your mentor …"
Isabelle remained expressionless.
After a long time, she whispered, "Teacher, how many years has it been since you last talked to someone?"
The voice instantly fell silent.
After a long time, he said with some loneliness, "I've already forgotten."
"I can't remember many things clearly. After that damned witch stripped my body and turned my soul into a whispering worm, I was in a muddle-headed state for a long time. "
"There were many times when I wanted to die, but the witch's curse made it impossible for me to do so. I could only linger on … until I met you."
"A little girl actually has the courage to barge into the most dangerous forbidden area of the Union of Assassins. From that moment on, I understood that you weren't a mortal, but a legendary figure who could possibly inherit my mantle! "
Isabelle's expression finally changed. "Actually, I was just lost that day."
The Whisperer Bug remained silent.
"Also, are you really one of the founders of the Union of Assassins, the great Winter Assassin?"
Isabel had a strange look on her face. "Why did the course I learned in the League of Assassins say that the Winter Assassin is a man who does not like to smile and is like an iceberg? He rarely smiles, and only death and blood will excite him …"
The Whisperer Bug roared, "They really did that? God, that's just a joke. They actually wrote this in the textbook. It's really misleading. How can an assassin be like an iceberg? Isn't this writing [I'm an assassin] on your face? "
"But isn't calmness a good quality?" Isabelle asked.
The Winter Assassin replied seriously, "No, we don't need this. As a good assassin, it doesn't matter if you're calm or not, because these are just your disguise. "
Isabelle nodded as if she understood.
"Actually, you don't understand at all, do you?" The Whisperer Bug said unhappily, "I can see your expression. That kind of unchanging poker face shouldn't appear on a young girl like you."
"You should show a little bright smile occasionally, otherwise others will think you're sick."
Isabelle said calmly, "I'm not normal. I stayed in your so-called [Magic Space] for eight years. After coming out, you told me that only a month had passed in Fernand. Now we're in the Scarlet Wasteland, and the time flow here is also very different from Fernand's. "
"To be honest, I don't even know how old I am. In the Magic Space, you only taught me how to kill, and I don't know anything else. I've forgotten when was the last time I laughed, just like you've forgotten when was the last time you met other people. "
The Whisperer Bug even gloated and said, "Is that so? It's actually quite good. The people of your race are abnormal. It's good to be abnormal."
Isabelle was obviously too lazy to continue to talk with the Winter Assassin. The girl was a very silent person. If it weren't for the Winter Assassin who saved her life in the forbidden area of the Assassin's League, she wouldn't even bother to talk with this old man who had existed for many years.
But in the seemingly aimless march, she still took the initiative to speak, "When are we going back to Fernand?"
The Winter Assassin answered decisively:
"We'll leave when we get the Grasp of Cold Light."
Isabelle nodded. A man's figure flashed in her eyes, and eventually turned into a calm crimson.
She walked all the way, and finally, at the end of the road, a temple appeared.
The temple stood in the endless wilderness, and a kind of ancient and desolate atmosphere came to her face.
"The Wilderness Temple, the carnival of the ancient evil gods."
"If you have enough courage and want to become a significant role in this chaotic world, go in."
The Winter Assassin's voice became serious.
The next second, Isabelle walked in without hesitation.
…
The blizzard was still howling. But this didn't stop the two men's firm steps.
The Ruler of the Night's resistance was very high, and ordinary people would probably have frozen to death in this extremely harsh climate.
But Ma Wen only felt a slight chill. He looked at the Saint Samurai.
Griffin carried the weak little girl on his back, and every step he took was particularly steady. He exuded a faint aura that protected the little girl from the threat of extreme weather.
She seemed to have fallen asleep, and she slept very soundly.
It could be seen that the girl trusted him very much. This Saint Samurai also had a special charm that made people uncontrollably trust him.
"What's her name?"
In the snow, Ma Wen asked as he moved forward.
Griffin gave Ma Wen a strange look and finally said, "Jasmine."
"Poor child." Ma Wen felt the evil power in her and sighed. "I was once troubled by a very terrible curse, and it almost killed me, but I was lucky and someone saved me."
The Saint Samurai nodded. "There are always all kinds of evil powers in this world."
Ma Wen glanced back and suddenly sneered. "Powers aren't necessarily evil, but there are always some people with impure minds."
Griffin said indifferently, "It's nothing, they just want to pass through here more safely."
"As long as they don't interfere with my trip to Holy Light City, I'm not interested in their plans."
It was obvious that the two powerhouses with extraordinary senses had already discovered the team behind them.
It was just that neither of them bothered to point it out.
They continued to move forward, and when they were about to reach halfway up the mountain, the blizzard became even fiercer.
Vaguely, they could even hear the cries of a baby.
The sky was dark, and if it weren't for the fact that neither of them were ordinary people, they probably wouldn't have been able to move forward at this time.
Even so, the sudden intensification of the blizzard still blocked their way forward.
The snow was like goose feathers, falling wildly, and in almost a few blinks of an eye, the snow had reached their waists!
Ma Wen's eyes widened, and his gaze swept into the depths of the darkness.
This was definitely not a normal phenomenon. Someone must be controlling the weather behind the scenes.
Suddenly, a dark shadow quietly flashed past from the east.
Before Ma Wen could make a move, the Saint Samurai beside him had already shouted angrily!
In an instant, powerful holy power erupted from his body.
The snow within a radius of tens of meters disappeared without a trace, and in its place was an endless amount of order power!
The Leviathan of Truth!
A huge shadow appeared behind the Saint Samurai, and this time, it was even more exaggerated — Ma Wen could even see the shadow of an expressionless porcelain man holding up the Leviathan of Truth. Under the illumination of this radiance, a fog-like creature directly appeared.
"It's actually a Mist Dragon?"
Ma Wen was somewhat surprised when he saw the face of the enemy.
Why was this Mist Dragon blocking their way?
This made no sense at all.
However, he didn't have time to think too much. The Mist Dragon that had appeared suddenly went berserk. It roared at the sky, and a large amount of clouds and mist began to gather!
What was even more terrifying was that the mountain actually began to tremble!
What Ma Wen could see was that the snow on the top of the mountain had already begun to collapse!
It wanted to create an avalanche!
A few kilometers away, the expressions of the four people who were secretly following behind them changed greatly, and their eyes were filled with deep fear.
"It's actually a Mist Dragon!"
"The Mist Dragon of the Bloody Wastelands is definitely at the Archaean level. Heavens, they actually provoked such a disaster. Let's run!"
"They're dead for sure. We still have a chance to escape!"
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