Volume 4: The Cataclysm Chapter 96: The Whisperer
This strange situation scared Marvin!
The body of a god who had fallen for who knows how many years could still move?
He couldn't help rubbing his eyes.
When he looked at the statue again, the latter became silent again.
It was as if Marvin had just been hallucinating.
"Did I really see it wrong?"
He walked around the statue twice, and his suspicion grew stronger. However, no matter how he tried, the stone sculpture remained motionless.
Her hands still emitted a faint glow, as bright as the stars in the sky.
A strange feeling surged up from Marvin's back.
He always felt that something was wrong.
Could it be that the lich did something to Miss Silver Moon's divine body?
Although Marvin was knowledgeable in witchcraft, he was not an orthodox wizard after all, so his knowledge was still very limited.
With his level of knowledge, he still couldn't figure out the lich's intentions.
Through the previous conversation between the Emerald Banshee and the Lich, Marvin also knew that it would not be long before a barrier would be opened here.
He didn't want to cause trouble, so it was better for him to leave first.
So he took advantage of the time before it was up and walked around the dungeon carefully a few more times.
Marvin observed the heart of the dungeon in particular very carefully.
He discovered that the heart of the dungeon was in a dormant state. There was a sealed magic circle near it. Marvin did not understand magic circles and did not dare to move it rashly.
But the good news is that this dungeon heart can still be used.
If this is true, it is a treasure of infinite value. If we can get it, it will be no less valuable than the cornerstone of the shelter.
Moreover, through close observation, Marvin also discovered that it was precisely because of the suppression of the sealing array that the beating sound of the heart of the dungeon became much smaller.
Theoretically, this dungeon heart actually contains much stronger energy than it appears on the surface!
If given the chance, he could find a way to take away the heart of the dungeon.
"That lich doesn't seem to be interested in the heart of the dungeon, otherwise he would have gotten there first."
This is what Ma Wen analyzed in his mind.
There are obviously more important things in the Regis ruins. The lich seems to only care about Miss Silver Moon's body and even ignores the heart of the dungeon.
Otherwise, with the lich's magical knowledge, it should not be a problem to break the seal.
The time was almost up, Marvin shrunk again, cast a spell, and left the Regis ruins safely.
Walking back along the dark tunnel, out of the bushes, deeper into the Black Forest, and back to the Torchlight Trail, everything seemed normal.
Marvin was lucky and did not encounter the Emerald Banshee.
However, judging from her conversation with the lich, she was called by the lich to be a helper. Given the lich's strength, he still needed help. I wonder what this guy is planning.
Could all this be related to the Grip of Cold Light?
Marvin had too many doubts in his mind.
It seems that we can only go to Holy Light City to get information before we can continue to analyze and speculate.
Marvin did not delay. After returning to the Torchlight Trail, he used the Staff of Grey Eagle to summon a horse and galloped away.
An hour later, Holy Light City was not far away.
Marvin dismounted, put on disguise , and prepared to sneak into the city.
The Holy Light City is heavily guarded, and non-human beings and creatures from the Heavenly Kingdom camp are not allowed to enter.
Fortunately, Marvin had the pass opened by Eisengard, and the prosecutor of Holy Light City did not make things difficult for Marvin and let him in.
As soon as he entered the Holy Light City, Marvin felt uncomfortable all over.
It was a very oppressive feeling.
The emblems of gods flashed before Marvin's eyes.
They were people wearing the emblems of gods, and they were all legendary strong men of faith. These people usually had a much higher status than ordinary believers, and they were qualified to wear higher-level church emblems and receive more gifts from gods.
Holy Light City is a country where the power of gods is everywhere.
Although on the surface, human strongmen also have their own place, relying on a few strong men and organizations, they can barely share the same power with the kingdom of heaven, but the pressure from the gods is still very great.
Marvin took a quick stroll and discovered that the power of the temple had basically controlled two-thirds of the Holy Light City.
The vast holy power of various attributes continued to spread, and there was a vague sense of competition between the temples.
The little bit of the magician blood in Marvin's body was suppressed and it was very uncomfortable. In such a ghost place, it would be very difficult to activate the various forms of the magician. If creatures such as demons or evil spirits wanted to sneak in, they would probably have to endure a lot of pressure.
"I don't know if Griffin succeeded."
Passing by the entrance of a temple, solemn knights are guarding the hall, and everyone who passes by will be subjected to their stern scrutiny.
This feeling made Marvin particularly uncomfortable.
Soon, he left the temple area and prepared to go to where humans lived to get some information.
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The areas occupied by humans are all in the northeast corner of Holy Light City.
Compared to other areas, this place looks more like a normal human city.
There are taverns, inns, weapon shops, downtown areas, neighborhoods, and long-term residential areas.
No matter where, the tavern is always the place where information flows fastest.
Marvin observed the customer flow of several taverns and finally chose a tavern called "Whisperer" and went in.
The pub was extremely noisy. Marvin found a corner, ordered a glass of wine, and sat down quietly.
There are so many legends in Holy Light City.
Basically, all the guests who patronize this place have legendary level and strength. In a terrifying place like the Bloody Wasteland, legendary strength is just like ordinary adventurers, nothing big.
They also need to live, and they also need to fight to improve their strength.
Unlike ordinary adventurers, they come here not to worry about their livelihood, but for a greater ambition - to reach a higher level.
It is this desire and ambition that has become the greatest driving force for human progress, but it may also be the root cause of humanity's ultimate self-destruction.
Marvin sat in the pub for about an afternoon. At dusk, the bartender, who had previously ignored Marvin, suddenly came over.
"Do you need help?"
He smiled brightly, and he was a boy with a pair of beautiful eyes.
"I didn't call for service." Marvin shook the glass, which was still half full.
The bartender continued with a smile, "Indeed, but I thought you might need my help."
"You've been sitting here alone for a long time. You didn't look around, which means you're not waiting for anyone."
"Your expression is very calm. A strong person like you doesn't need alcohol to relieve boredom. Then you have only one purpose for coming to the Whisperer."
"Don't you want to know something?"
He smiled confidently.
Pah! Marvin pressed the wine glass on the table with a playful smile on his face.
