Volume 4: The Cataclysm Chapter 72 Bloody Wasteland
Marvin has always wanted to possess a powerful advanced transformation technique, and now this Original Leaf has finally made up for his shortcomings in this area.
The other two Primordial Leaves have not yet been handed over to Marvin by the Migratory Bird Council, but the old tree man guarantees with his reputation that their value will definitely not be less than this Primordial Leaf.
In that case, Marvin didn't think about it any more.
In fact, compared to these valuable treasures, the old tree man’s words were the more crucial factor that made him decide to go to the bloody wasteland.
"If even you, Mr. Marvin, are unwilling to go there because you are afraid of the horror of the Bloody Wasteland, then how many people in Fenan World are willing to go there?"
"I mean, the Bloody Wasteland is indeed a very scary place, but that's only for the weak, isn't it?"
God knows how much of these words are compliments from the old tree man.
But Marvin suddenly realized something: he was afraid of the Bloody Wasteland because of the rumors about it.
The previous game did not have time to open the Bloody Wasteland, so I knew very little about it, and most of what I knew came from rumors among the people.
If you think about it carefully, even though it is a place where legends are everywhere and liches are as numerous as dogs, Marvin today is no longer the same as before.
He almost forgot how powerful he was now.
Although he was only a level 1 Dark Night Lord, he was powerful enough to fight against most of the God's servants, not to mention his endless abilities and treasures. His combat experience and awareness were unparalleled. Even those strong men trained in the Bloody Wasteland might not be able to match Marvin.
What's more, Marvin didn't go to the Bloody Wasteland to fight this time.
The Migratory Bird Council commissioned him to find a person.
That person is the offspring of the ancient god of nature, and is said to be the product of a union with a human woman . He is a genuine demigod.
His name is Minsk.
After the Ancient God of Nature disappeared, the Migratory Bird Council believed that if anyone in the world could find the trace of the Ancient God of Nature, it would only be Minsk and his sister.
The beloved daughter of the ancient god of nature lives in the Green Sea Wonderland. The Migratory Bird Council has sent Endless Ocean and another druid there.
Currently, only Minsk is left that no one is looking for. The Migratory Bird Council itself is short of staff, so naturally it can only ask Marvin for help.
This commission sounds unreliable. After all, the Bloody Wasteland is said to be boundless. Finding a person, even if he is a demigod, may not be that easy.
However, the old tree man provided a detailed guide about the bloody wasteland and a series of methods to help find the demigod Minsk. I believe that if Minsk is still alive, it should not be a problem to find him.
As for whether he could be persuaded to return to Fenan, that was not within Marvin's scope of responsibility.
He only needed to hand over a letter written by the old tree man to Minsk, and his mission would be completed.
Of course, it was impossible for Marvin to devote all his precious time to the tasks of the Migratory Bird Council. He agreed with the old tree man that if he still could not find Minsk within two weeks, he would have the right to return to Fenan on his own.
The Migratory Bird Council provided Marvin with a tool kit containing all the materials and instructions for building a more stable temporary portal.
With this toolkit, Marvin can return to Fenan from the Bloody Wasteland at any time.
After finalizing all the details, Marvin handed over the familiar he caught at the edge of the forest to the Migratory Bird Council.
This is their territory, so it would be better to tell them about the appearance of the devil from hell.
Seeing the appearance of the familiar, the great druids all looked solemn.
They had long smelled the scent of the devil, and in these turbulent times, these restless devils were clearly a huge threat to the Supreme Jungle.
They must be prepared to fight back.
There is so much that druids need to do.
Marvin could only say that he was helpless.
He has already participated in the mission of saving the World Tree, and it is impossible for him to split himself to help deal with the potential army of Hell.
Marvin stayed in the Emerald City for another afternoon.
He wrote several letters to Madeline, Anna and Laura, telling them where he was going. He also asked them to keep an eye on the developments in the White River Valley and to report to him at any time.
Although Marvin's trip to the Crimson Wasteland is across dimensions, he can still communicate through the paper cranes given by Shadow Thief Owl. However, the number of uses of the paper cranes is quite limited, so both parties must use them with caution.
After completing the final supplies in the Emerald City, Marvin finally set out on the road to the Bloody Wasteland with the help of the old tree man.
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As a mysterious plane, the Bloody Wasteland does have some entrances in Fenan.
The Migratory Bird Parliament, a force that holds many secrets since ancient times, naturally controls some of the entrances.
In a cave a thousand feet beneath the Emerald City, there is a portal leading to the bloody wasteland.
This place has been sealed with many seals for many years. Only with the combined power of three or more great druids can it be opened successfully.
Marvin prepared everything, said goodbye to the great druids, and quickly entered the portal.
Every cross-dimensional transmission gives Marvin a different experience.
This feeling of imbalance in time and space made people very sad. Sometimes, he could see some horrible and hideous illusions.
Sometimes, he would have some inexplicable insights.
These insights are difficult to express in words , but they do exist, and only extremely sensitive people can perceive them.
In short, when Marvin set foot on the land , a desolate atmosphere hit him.
He opened his eyes and saw large pieces of straw swaying sadly before his eyes.
All of these straws were dry and yellow, but they grew wildly and were taller than Marvin!
They swayed in the strong wind, and some dark faces could be vaguely seen deep in the rice fields.
"New here?"
A harsh voice sounded behind Marvin.
Marvin turned around warily.
Behind him, stood a large tent.
At the door of the tent stood a man holding a straw in his mouth. There was a long scar on his face and he held a thin knife in his hand.
This knife is different from Fenan's scimitar. Marvin has never even seen this kind of weapon.
It is thinner than an ordinary knife, but extremely sharp.
The only thing that comforted Marvin was that the man spoke the common language, and although his accent was strange, he could still understand it.
"You'd better announce your side immediately , otherwise I don't mind eliminating a potential uncertainty."
The man spat out the straw, and the knife in his hand suddenly flipped over, with a cold light flashing.
In an instant, a powerful force enveloped Marvin!
"At least three legendary levels or above!"
Marvin made the judgment in an instant.
However, he was still confused: "Camp? What does that mean?"
