Volume 4: The Cataclysm Chapter 90: Wilderness Palace
"Master, we don't have much time. That place will open soon . More people are approaching."
A charming voice sounded in the darkness.
The wizard slowly turned around and looked at the curvy woman in front of him, his eyes calm and collected. "I will set up an absolutely safe barrier to ensure that the Regis ruins will not be discovered by anyone, and you, you must stay."
The woman was wearing a green dress and looked like she had some fairy blood in her.
"No, I have to come with you."
"The Wilderness Hall is too dangerous. We all know that the God of the Wilderness is an ancient evil god. He was synonymous with ominous things in ancient times. I must go with you."
Her tone was somewhat worried.
The wizard shook his head silently, his eyes turned to the statue again, and said in a steady voice:
"Someone must stay and watch over Luna."
"This snowy mountain must be a restricted area. No one from the north or south can approach here. There are two reckless guys trying to approach from the south. I need you to deal with them."
The woman hesitated to speak.
The wizard waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, it's settled."
"I'll leave the [puppy] to you, so it will be more convenient for you to do things."
Without waiting for the woman to respond, he turned and stepped into the darkness.
The woman stood there in silence for a long time.
The statue of the martyred girl was so lifelike that her eyes were filled with jealousy.
"After thousands of years, I am still no better than a statue, a dead god..."
"Miss Yin Yue, what kind of charm do you have that can make a man so crazy?"
Her mumblings were eventually lost in the thick darkness.
The crystal ball was still floating in the air, flashing the image of the two men climbing the snowy mountain.
…
The outskirts of Holy Light City.
The beautiful girl was still alone. She was dressed simply and headed eastward.
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 a normal girl? Are you really not interested in gossip?"
"The Grip of Cold Light is Miss Silver Moon's divine weapon. Miss Silver Moon is the daughter of the Moon Goddess Vanya. How could she die in the Bloody Wasteland? You have no interest at all?"
"By the way, before she died, it is said that she had a lover named Bandle. He was a mortal, and was said to have great wizard talent..."
"Hey, hey, hey, as an assassin's apprentice, you can't keep ignoring your mentor..."
Isabel remained expressionless.
After a long while, she whispered, "Teacher, how many years have you not talked to anyone?"
The voice fell silent instantly.
After a long time, he said with some loneliness: "I have forgotten it."
"I can't remember a lot of things. After that damn witch tore off my body and turned my soul into a whispering worm, I was in a daze for a long time."
"Many times I thought about dying, but the witch's curse prevented me from doing so. I could only linger on... until I met you."
"A little girl actually had the courage to break into the most dangerous forbidden area of the Assassin's League. From that moment on, I knew that you were not an ordinary person, but a legendary figure who might inherit my mantle!"
Isabel's expression finally changed: "Actually, that day... I was just lost."
The whispering insect remained silent.
"Also, are you really one of the founders of the Assassin's League, the Great Winter Assassin?"
Isabel looked strange. "Why did I learn in the Assassin's League that [The Winter Assassin is a serious man, like an iceberg. He rarely smiles, and only death and blood donation can make him excited...]"
The Whispering Bug roared, "Did they really do that? God, that was just a joke. They actually wrote that into the textbook. It's really misleading. How can an assassin be like an iceberg? Isn't it written on your face that [I am an assassin]?"
"But isn't calmness a good quality?" Isabel asked.
The Winter Assassin answered seriously: "No, we don't need these. As a good assassin, it doesn't matter if you are calm or not, because these are just your disguise."
Isabel nodded, not quite understanding.
"You didn't understand at all, did you?" The Whispering Bug said unhappily, "I can see your expression. That kind of poker face that never changes should not appear on a young girl like you."
"You should smile brightly once in a while, otherwise people will think you are sick."
Isabel said calmly, "I'm not normal to begin with. I've been in your so-called [Magic Space] for eight years, and when I came out you told me that only one month of Fenan time had passed. Now we've come to the Bloody Wasteland again, and the time here is very different from the speed of Fenan time."
"To be honest, I don't even know how old I am. In the magic space, you only taught me how to kill people, and I don't know anything else. I have forgotten the last time I laughed, just like you have forgotten the last time you met other people."
The Whispering Bug actually gloated and said, "Is that so? That's actually quite good. People of your tribe are not normal to begin with, and being abnormal is good."
Isabel was obviously too lazy to continue chatting with the Winter Assassin. The girl was originally a very silent person. If the Winter Assassin had not saved her life in the forbidden area of the Assassin's League, she would not even be bothered to chat with this old grandfather who had existed for who knows how many years.
However, in the seemingly aimless progress, she took the initiative to speak for once: "When are we going back to Fenan?"
Winter Assassin answered decisively:
"Get the Grip of Cold Light and we'll leave."
Isabel nodded. A man's figure flashed across her eyes, and finally turned into a calm crimson.
She kept going forward, and finally, at the end of the road, a palace appeared.
The palace stands in the endless wilderness, and an ancient and desolate atmosphere fills the air.
"The wilderness hall, where the ancient evil gods reveled."
"If you have enough courage and want to be a not-so-insignificant role in this chaotic world, go in."
Winter Assassin's voice rarely turned serious.
The next second, Isabel walked in without hesitation.
…
The blizzard was still howling, but it could not stop the two men's determined steps.
The Lord of Darkness has a very high resistance. Ordinary people would have frozen to death in such an extremely harsh climate.
But Marvin only felt a slight chill, and he looked at the paladin.
Griffin carried the weak little girl on his back, taking every step firmly. He exuded a faint halo, protecting the little girl from the threat of extreme weather.
She seemed to have fallen asleep, and was sleeping very soundly.
It was obvious that the girl trusted him very much. This holy warrior also had a special charm that made people trust him.
"What's her name?"
Marvin asked as he moved forward in the snow.
Griffin gave Marvin a strange look and finally said, "Jane."
"Poor child." Marvin felt the evil power in her and sighed, "I was once troubled by a very terrible curse. It almost took my life, but I was lucky and someone saved me."
The paladin nodded: "There are always various evil forces in this world."
Marvin glanced back and suddenly sneered: "Power may not be evil, but there are always some people with impure intentions."
Griffin said calmly: "It's nothing, they just want to pass through here more safely."
"As long as they don't affect my trip to Holy Light City, I'm not interested in their plans."
Obviously, the two powerful men with outstanding perception have already discovered the team hanging behind.
However, neither of them bothered to click on this point.
They continued to move forward, and when they were about to reach the halfway point of the mountain, the wind and snow became more severe.
Faintly, they even heard the sound of a baby crying.
The sky was pitch black. If the two of them were not ordinary people, they would probably have been completely unable to move forward at this time.
Even so, the sudden intensification of the blizzard still blocked their way forward.
The snow was falling like goose feathers, and in just a few blinks of an eye, the snow had reached their waists!
Marvin's eyes widened and his gaze swept into the depths of the darkness.
This is definitely not a normal phenomenon. There must be someone manipulating the climate behind the scenes.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed quietly from the east.
Before Marvin could make a move, the holy warrior beside him shouted angrily!
In an instant, powerful holy power burst out from his body.
The snow within a radius of dozens of meters disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by endless power of order!
The Libra of Truth!
A huge shadow appeared behind the paladin, and this time it was even more exaggerated - Marvin even saw the shadow of an expressionless porcelain man holding up the scales of truth. Under the shining light, a creature like mist appeared directly.
"It's actually a fog dragon?"
When Marvin saw the enemy's face clearly, he was a little surprised.
Why did this fog dragon block their way?
This makes absolutely no sense.
But he didn't have time to think about it, as the fog dragon suddenly went crazy and roared to the sky, and a large amount of clouds began to gather!
What’s even more terrifying is that the mountain actually began to tremble!
Marvin could see with his naked eyes that the snow on the top of the mountain had begun to collapse!
It wants to create an avalanche!
A few miles away, the four people who were secretly following behind suddenly changed their expressions, and their eyes were filled with deep fear.
“It’s actually a fog dragon!”
"The fog dragon in the Blood Wasteland must be of the ancient level. Oh my god, they actually provoked such a disaster. Let's run away!"
"They are dead, we still have a chance to escape now!"
