Three Origin Leaves, plus a treasure that could help him break through the body’s bottleneck!
If Old Ent had only offered the former, Marvin might have still been able to resist the temptation, but Marvin couldn’t overlook the latter.
His biggest problem right now wasn’t finding ways to train himself, but rather, the laws’ restriction.
Although cultivating an Advanced False Divine Vessel could slowly break this bottleneck, it would take some time.
And Old Ent’s method could greatly reduce this period. It was a kind of trick method.
Marvin knew the method was effective because it wasn’t just in the Druids’ history; he had also heard of it in the past.
Old Ent didn’t deceive him about the existence of the method.
Marvin hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing to take this task.
Origin Leaves were the most precious Nature Leaves, taken from the top of the World Tree. They gathered the strongest power of the Nature God.
Three Origin Leaves were enough for the Migratory Bird Council to feel the pain of losing them.
Among those, the first leaf was treated as a down payment and was already in Marvin’s hands.
Just as Marvin had wanted, this Origin Leaf had an Advanced Shapechanging skill fused into it.
Marvin used the Origin Leaf and immediately acquired the following Ranger ability:
[Advanced Shapechanging – Royal Griffin]
[Description: After using the spell, the user will have the attributes and abilities of a Royal Griffin for three hours. Usable once daily.]
…
This was a very powerful ability.
The Royal Griffin was the ultimate evolution of the Griffins. It was even a rank higher than the Golden Griffin and was many times stronger than the Blue Griffins and other common Griffins.
Its melee abilities were just a bit weaker than those of Dragons!
Chapter 491: Crimson Wasteland
Chapter 491: Crimson Wasteland
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Marvin always wanted to have a powerful Advanced Shapechange skill, he was now able to have one with this Origin Leaf.
The other two Origin Leaves were still in the Migratory Bird Council’s hands. They didn’t give them to Marvin, but Old Ent used his reputation to vouch for them, which was definitely worth no less than an Origin Leaf.
Since that was the case, Marvin no longer thought about it.
Compared to these valuable treasures, the words of Old Ent were the biggest reason behind his decision.
“If even you, Mister Marvin, are reluctant to go to the Crimson Wasteland because of how terrifying it is, then how many people in Feinan would be willing to go?”
“What I am saying is, the Crimson Wasteland is really a very frightening place, but that is only for those who lack sufficient strength, am I wrong?”
These were clearly words of praise from Old Ent.
But Marvin also realized: He was afraid of the Crimson Wasteland because of its rumors.
The Crimson Wasteland had yet to be opened in the game, and little was known about it apart from the rumors told by the commoners.
There would be Legends everywhere, and it was a place filled with Liches. But things had changed for Marvin.
He had almost forgotten how strong he had become now.
Although he was only a Level 1 Ruler of the Night, it was enough to handle most of the Divine Servants. Not mentioning his countless abilities and treasures, his fighting experience and awareness were also incomparable. Even those powerhouses training in the Crimson Wasteland might not necessarily be stronger than Marvin.
Furthermore, Marvin wasn’t going to the Crimson Wasteland to fight.
The Migratory Bird Council sent him to look for someone.
That person was the descendant of the Ancient Nature God. It was said that the result of the union between the Ancient Nature God and a human woman resulted in a genuine Half-God.
He was called Minsk.
After the Ancient Nature God disappeared, the Migratory Bird Council believed that if anyone could find the Ancient Nature God, it could only be Minsk and his older sister.
As for the woman loved by the Ancient Nature God, she was in the Green Sea Paradise. The Migratory Bird Council had already sent Endless Ocean and another Druid.
Currently, only Minsk was unaccounted for, and as the Migratory Bird Council was lacking manpower, they requested Marvin’s help.
This task sounded very unreasonable. After all, the Crimson Wasteland was said to be extremely vast and dangerous. Finding someone, even a Half-God, wouldn’t be that easy.
However, Old Ent provided a detailed guidebook and some methods to help Marvin find Minsk. He believed that if Minsk was alive, finding him wouldn’t be an issue.
As for whether he could persuade him to return to Feinan, this wasn’t within Marvin’s duties.
He only needed to give Minsk the letter written by Old Ent and his mission would be considered successful.
Of course, Marvin couldn’t spend all his valuable time trying to accomplish the Druids’ task, so they agreed that if he couldn’t find Minsk within two weeks, he would have the right to drop the matter and return to Feinan on his own.
The Migratory Bird Council gave Marvin a kit containing the materials and a guidebook to build a stable Teleportation Gate.
Using that tool, Marvin could return to Feinan anytime.
After settling the details, Marvin handed the Familiar he caught at the edge of the forest to the Migratory Bird Council.
This was their territory, so it was better to tell them about the Devils’ appearance.
Seeing the Familiar, the countenances of the Great Druids turned solemn.
They had already felt the aura of the Devils these days, and it was a great menace for them to come to threaten the Druids during such dangerous times.
They had to make proper preparations to resist.
The Druids had so many things to do.
Marvin could only express his sympathy.
He was already participating in the task to save the World Tree, so he couldn’t help with defending against a potential army from Hell.
Marvin stayed for an afternoon in Jadeite City.
He wrote a few letters, one to Madeline, one to Anna, and one to Lola, letting them know where he was going while telling them to watch over White River Valley’s atmosphere and report to him.
Although Marvin’s trip to the Crimson Wasteland was an interplanar trip, he had gotten good enough that he could still somewhat use the Thousand Paper Crane, but its uses were very limited, so they had to be used sparingly.
After he finished resupplying, Marvin set foot on the path to the Crimson Wasteland with the help of Old Ent.
…
The Crimson Wasteland was a mysterious plane. It had a few entrances in Feinan.
The Migratory Bird Council, who had secret powers in Feinan since ancient times, naturally controlled a few of these entrances.
There was a Teleportation Gate leading to the Crimson Wasteland in a cave three hundred meters under Jadeite City.
That place was sealed all year round and would only open when three Great Druids joined their power to allow it.
Marvin made all his preparations and bid farewell to the Great Druids before entering the Teleportation Gate.
Each travel through a Teleportation Gate gave a different feeling to Marvin.
This time, the spatial unbalance gave a feeling of sadness. Sometimes he could see some sinister illusions.
Other times, he would feel some indescribable understanding.
These feelings were hazy, but they were clearly there, and only sensitive people would feel them.
In any case, after Marvin went through the Teleportation Gate, he felt an aura of desolation assaulting his senses.
He opened his eyes and saw a large amount of rice straws swaying in the desolate lan
d in front of him.
These rice straws were completely dried yellow, yet they were insanely long, taller than Marvin!
They were swaying in the wind. A dark face vaguely appeared in the depths of the paddy field:
“Newcomer?”
A harsh voice echoed behind Marvin.
Marvin turned around, on guard.
Behind him, there stood a large tent.
A man holding a rice straw was standing by the entrance. He had a long scar on his face and was holding a slender blade.
This blade was very different from Marvin’s curved daggers. Marvin had never seen someone use that kind of weapon before.
It was more slender than ordinary knives, but seemed incomparably sharper.
The only thing Marvin felt happy about was that this man was speaking in Common. Although he had a weird accent, Marvin could still understand him.
“You better announce your faction right away. Otherwise, I won’t mind destroying a potential threat.”
The man spat out his rice straw, the knife in his hand suddenly flipping over as a cold light flashed.
In an instant, a powerful might surrounded Marvin!
‘At least a level 3 Legend!’
Marvin immediately made an estimate.
But he was still at a loss about what the man had said. “Faction? What do you mean?”
Chapter 492: Eisengel [Two in One]
Chapter 492: Eisengel [Two in One]
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That man didn’t relax when he saw Marvin’s doubtful expression, instead becoming more vigilant.
From what he knew, all newcomers would be informed of the rules before joining the Crimson Battlefield.
There was clearly something wrong about this guy suddenly appearing in this sensitive area.
Especially in such troubled times.
The man’s wrists shook, turning into a mirage in an instant while attacking!
Marvin frowned.
The Crimson Wasteland was truly dangerous. He didn’t even do anything, yet the other side already attacked him!
But he was no coward. That man in front of him was admittedly quite strong, but Marvin was still very confident.
Shadow Step!
Facing the opponent’s high-speed attack, Marvin casually dodged.
Godly Dexterity was still able to overpower most of his opponents.
He quickly reverse-slashed, only to hear the sound of his opponent blocking it!
‘Good reaction speed!’ Marvin noted, feeling somewhat startled.
This man was very fast, but what seemed most significant was his reaction speed!
He used a single one-handed weapon, with nothing in his other hand. That way, regardless of whether he was attacking or defending, he could quickly maneuver his blade.
As everyone knew, long weapons actually were at a disadvantage in very close quarter melee battles.
Marvin’s Shadow Step followed by the reverse slash was something few people would be able to react to. An expert might be able to dodge, but that would give Marvin the upper hand.
However, that man actually blocked the attack.
His reaction speed and bodily coordination were top class.
His Dexterity might not have reached Godly Dexterity, but Marvin was sure that it was at least at 27.
This was very rare for the natives to achieve, as they didn’t have Marvin’s Essence Absorption System, after all.
Both of them threw out attacks and countered each other’s moves.
Marvin’s twin daggers had the advantage in melee and thus he kept sticking close to his enemy.
His opponent clearly understood that point too. He tried to increase his distance from Marvin, but Marvin’s speed and reactions were in no way inferior.
The two fought for a while, with neither of them gaining much of an advantage over the other.
Marvin wasn’t going at full strength because he still didn’t know about the circumstances.
As for his opponent, he seemed to be saving his energy too. ‘Probing, maybe?’
Thinking of this, Marvin suddenly retreated, taking the initiative to distance himself from his enemy.
“I truly just arrived at the Crimson Wasteland. I’m not too clear about factions,” he quickly reasserted.
The bulging veins on his opponent’s arms gradually calmed down.
He looked seriously at Marvin for a while before suddenly shouting, “Red Witch?!”
In response, a scarlet shadow slowly appeared in the vast paddy field.
Marvin shivered. That woman’s hiding skill was extremely good. Although she was pretty far away, it was still impressive that she was able to evade Marvin’s perception.
A sexy red-gowned woman appeared between Marvin and the scarred man.
She had a thick layer of makeup on her face and exaggerated blood-red lipstick!
Red Witch squinted and said in a rough voice, “An impure Human with a Devil bloodline…”
The man brandished his blade and sneered, “Then he is a spy from the [Devil Pond]?”
He seemed ready to attack as he said these words.
But Red Witch stopped him. “Ronan, wait!”
“I just traced the Teleportation Gate he used. It’s another one, not from the Crimson Wasteland.”
Ronan frowned as he insisted, “Couldn’t the Devils be using another plane as their springboard? This happened to [Eisengel] before.”
Red Witch shook her head, “Unlikely. I don’t believe the Devils would be able to use that plane as a springboard.”
“What do you mean?” Ronan asked.
Red Witch seriously said, “I mean that he came from the prime material plane, Feinan.”
Ronan’s eyes widened.
Marvin shrugged. “Looks like I didn’t get to become a spy for long before the suspicions got washed away?”
Ronan thought for a bit before putting down the blade in his hand and telling Marvin, “It’s normal for some to not be able to adapt to this kind of thing the first time.”
“You’ll get used to it after experiencing it a few times.”
“Isn’t that place called the [Crimson Wasteland] after all?”
…
The two men walked through the paddy field.
Red Witch stayed hidden. According to Ronan, this woman wouldn’t easily show herself.
Ronan and Red Witch were partners. Of course, they didn’t voluntarily choose each other. They were assigned to work together by the camp.
The camp they talked about was called [Eisengel] and was the base of operations of the Humans in the Crimson Wasteland.
The Crimson Wasteland was a very terrifying land of slaughter. There were all kinds of things there, from Angels to Demons, from Evil Spirits to Beasts, but naturally, Humans had the most people.
The Humans were powerhouses that came from all corners of the Universe. It was rare to see anyone below the Legend rank here because they would die very fast.
Even so, mankind’s status in the Crimson Wasteland wasn’t stable. They needed to work together and protect each other.
Eisengel was the biggest human colony in the area.
Eisengel and the few surrounding groups, Devil Pond, Mushroom City, and Dark Abyss, were hostile to each other.
If two sides met in the wild, they would definitely have a battle to the death.
Battle was the theme of the Crimson Wasteland.
And the existence of these camps allowed the powerhouses to have a resting place in between battles.
Eisengel was named after its founder, the Legend Wizard Eisengel. The vast field of rice straw was said to cover over six hundred thousand square meters and concealed the camp’s entrance.
Ronan and Red Witch were one of the patrols of Eisengel. When they met Marvin, they were on their last day of duty.
After this day, they would return to Eisengel to report their findings.
The camp provided the
members with protection and necessary information, as well as a platform for communication. But joining a faction also required one to perform services and carry their own weight.
Examples included patrolling or completing some missions released by the camp.
Although patrolling was very dull and took a long time, it was relatively safer.
And the missions released by the camps were rather dangerous. Even Legend powerhouses didn’t dare to take them lightly.
Legends weren’t much in this bloody land after all.
…
Hearing Ronan’s introduction of the camp, Marvin started pondering.
The Crimson Wasteland’s structure was more complex than he had thought.
The Druids didn’t give him information about this camp. But this shouldn’t be blamed on them.
The information that the Migratory Bird Council had was at least 300-400 years old.
And the ratio of the flow of time in the Crimson Wasteland was 1 to 6. The two weeks Marvin had promised in Feinan would be twelve weeks here. Close to three months.
He originally thought that he had a lot of time and could still hunt for some Divine Servants on the way to increase his power. But now it seemed that it would be far from simple.
He had to look at Eisengel first.
…
After Ronan and Marvin talked about a few simple matters, they continued in silence.
Information in the camp was considered quite valuable. Since Marvin was completely new, the old members had to tell him about some necessary rules, but for the rest, Marvin would have to buy the information himself.
Blood Essence Stones were used as the common currency in Eisengel. This kind of stone was a special product of the Crimson Wasteland and contained the purest type of energy, comparable to Divine Source.
It’s just that the amount of energy contained within a Blood Essence Stone was very little compared to a God’s Divine Source.
Some legends said that the reason the Crimson Wasteland was producing Blood Essence Stones was because the war waged in those days resulted in the fall of too many Gods.
After the Gods died, their blood and Divine Source mixed together in the earth, forming Blood Essence Stones.
In short, Marvin was now completely poor in a totally unfamiliar place.
This made him quite uncomfortable, but it also gave him an unprecedented feeling of excitement.
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