Volume 4: The Cataclysm Chapter 85: Grip of Cold Light
Marvin did not stay in Isengard for long.
This camp, which was mainly composed of human wizards, was destined to be just a stopover for him. He rested in the camp for a day, and then left Isengard under the cover of night.
He got some good stuff from Balkh, but unfortunately Eisenge was just a small camp, and there were no appraisers with knowledge expertise reaching the grandmaster level, so he could not provide appraisal services for Marvin.
It is said that in the nearby Holy Light City, there are all kinds of unfathomable appraisers.
It is also the most powerful human force in the southern region of the Bloody Wasteland.
Marvin was collecting information about going to Holy Light City in the camp, and a recent rumor caught his attention.
It is said that the Holy Light City is in unrest recently. The figure of Miss Silver Moon, the daughter of the Moon Goddess Vanya, seems to have appeared in the Holy Light City. It is a mysterious figure, but it has been recognized by some knowledgeable people.
There was once a prophecy that Miss Silver Moon’s most beloved artifact, the Grip of Cold Light, was buried in a treasure cave near the City of Holy Light.
Therefore, the Holy Light City is said to be very lively recently, and many forces are coveting the Holy Light City.
Marvin didn't know much about the mysterious Moon Goddess, and her daughter, Miss Silver Moon, was also a descendant of the ancient god who rarely appeared in public, but he still knew about the famous Grip of Cold Light.
In order to advance as an assassin, Fenan must master a lot of information about the legendary dagger.
Marvin was naturally obsessed with these weapons. Weapons like Qingye were already considered the best among daggers.
However, as far as Marvin knew, the quality of the Cold Light Grip was even better than that of the Green Leaf.
Because Qingye is a pair of legendary items, and Grip of Cold Light is a pair of artifacts!
It was a pair of daggers that ranked even higher than [Dusk].
"It is said that countless wars have broken out in this place called Bloody Wasteland, and many gods have perished here."
"According to the official information I learned in my previous life, Miss Yin Yue died as early as the Third Epoch. The one lingering here is most likely her heroic spirit."
"Is it true that the Grip of Cold Light is about to be born?"
When he thought of this, Marvin couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
Going to Holy Light City to look for Minsk, I can also try my luck and see if I can get the Grasp of Cold Light.
After all, Qingye has already proved how much of a benefit a good weapon can bring to a strong man.
He walked alone through the rice fields, stepped onto the corridor of dead leaves, and headed north under the cover of night.
…
Somewhere in the abyss, flames leaped between the mountains.
A roar suddenly shocked the entire earth.
"Someone actually dared to kill my child!"
It was a demon as huge !
This was an endless battlefield. A large number of strange insects poured out from the tiny cracks in the distance. The big demon wielded a hammer as big as a towering tree, crushing these insects into green juice.
These juices fueled the devil's flames and also fueled the anger in his heart!
The army behind the demon roared angrily at the same time and rushed towards the enemy.
This is a big win.
A whole new secondary plane was conquered by them.
However, the demon lord Balkh himself was not excited.
In fact, when the war ended, he returned to his territory immediately.
His eyes penetrated the plane and saw the face of a young man.
The other party seemed to sense his gaze and actually looked back.
The next second, a powerful force interfered with his vision and he lost track of the other party.
"You killed my most promising child."
Balkh was furious.
However, he himself could do nothing about it.
His son died in the bloody wasteland.
The gods and demons have an agreement with each other that strong people like them cannot enter the bloody wasteland.
And the withered bones that died in the bloody wasteland could not directly avenge them. Otherwise, that plane would have been destroyed by the hands of some angry supreme being.
However, just because the Demon Lord cannot take action himself does not mean that others cannot.
"Get me information about that human immediately."
"Use all our forces in the Blood Wasteland - I saw it, that's the Southern Wasteland, how many of us are there?"
Facing Balkh's question, the beautiful succubus secretary responded softly:
“We don’t have many people in the southern region.”
"But the good news is, [Blade] is there."
Balkh sneered: "Tell him to bring that human's head back to see me."
Three minutes later, in a deserted woodland near Holy Light City, a mantis-like shadow slowly woke up.
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Bloody Wasteland, north of Holy Light City.
The climate of the wilderness is very strange, with no fixed patterns, and is made up purely of rules.
For example, to the north of Holy Light City is a barren snow-capped mountain, but further away, it is a warm and blooming land.
On the long snow slope, a young girl is walking forward with difficulty.
Not far away, a tree covered by heavy snow revealed its short branches.
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 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 head fell bloody on the snow.
After rolling for a while on the snow slope, it disappeared.
"You shouldn't squander your talent so casually."
A feminine voice sounded beside the girl's ear: "I know that people in your clan are all born assassins, but assassins who rely on their talents are prone to die halfway."
The girl's expression was 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 smiled a rare smile: "Don't worry, teacher, I have the Fountain of Youth, and my life span is enough for me."
"The Fountain of Youth is not omnipotent. You have been practicing in a special time and space for 10 years. If you continue to squander it like this, there won't be much left when you return to Fenan."
The voice is still persuading.
The girl looked at the bloody sky, and finally said firmly:
"It's enough to have. I don't expect to live too long."
"I just hope I can get stronger soon. Only in this way can I help him."
"Teacher, you said that the Grip of Cold Light is the most suitable weapon for me, but can we really find it?"
The answer from the feminine voice was full of arrogance:
"Of course."
"Because... that was the weapon I used when I was alive..."
"Let's go, Holy Light City is not far away."
