Age of Adepts

The Ember Boots are finished, and the next piece is of course the Fire Emblem Armband.

The fire dragon's blood and top-quality fire agate for making the Fire Emblem have all been prepared, but half of the fire-sick iron is still missing. The output of such scarce high-level resources was small, and Greem didn't know a few high-level alchemists, so it was difficult to gather enough quantities in a hurry.

Just when Greem thought that this matter could only be postponed for another three to five years, an exciting news came from Alice.

Huoyan Jingtie has disappeared!

Greem, who got the news, rushed to the Tower of Destiny as quickly as possible, where the frowning Alice was waiting for him.

"What's wrong with the news?"

"There is nothing wrong with the news. I can confirm that the other party does have a large amount of fire-hating refined iron in his hand, which is enough for you to make witchcraft..."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

"The problem is, this time I didn't find them, but they found me!"

Greem immediately became serious when he heard that.

If this news was divined by Alice herself, Greem would not have any worries. But since the other party took the initiative to come to the door, at least two points have been explained...

First, the other party definitely came prepared, and obviously understood what Greem needed most right now.

Second, the opponent's target was Greem, and the opponent didn't seem to hide this.

"where is she?"

"Inside the lobby on the fifth floor!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, Greem finally saw the mysterious Northland Witch in a witchcraft hall.

This is a middle-aged witch with an extremely ordinary face. She is not very old, but there is a lingering sternness in her brows, and there is always a palpitating feeling when looking at her.

"Hey, I sensed a high-energy magic force field, I can't see through it, I can't scan it..." In his mind, Greem was slightly taken aback by the short beep from the chip.

It's not that he has never been in contact with high-level wizards. Even the third-level dark witch can't hide his personal aura so tightly. Coupled with the secret feeling of palpitation after approaching the opponent, Greem's heart trembled slightly, and some initially suspected that the opponent might be a fourth-level witch.

Level 4 witches, even in the Northland where there are plenty of talents, such powerful wizards are rare to meet once in a hundred years. The other party would actually come looking for him, which made Greem slightly nervous.

"Are you Greem?" As if sensing Greem's nervousness, the middle-aged witch asked without moving her face.

"yes!"

"Tier 2 fire witch?"

Greem hesitated for a moment, and said yes again.

"I have a task here that I need to find someone to help me with. The reward for the task is 30 catties of refined iron. Are you willing to accept it?" The middle-aged witch directly pointed out her purpose.

"Mission?" Greem lightly licked his lower lip. 30 catties of fire-sparing iron are enough for him to forge the Fire Emblem. "I don't know what your Excellency needs me to do for you?"

"Molten core! I need a molten core of at least level 2!"

Greem swallowed deeply, and a strange expression of "I knew it would be like this" immediately appeared on his young and tough face.

The molten core can usually only be found on those high-level flame creatures. It is equivalent to their heart, and it is the core component where all the flame essence in the flame creature condenses. In the wizarding world, lord-level flame creatures are rarely found, so if you want to get the molten core, you can only go to another world to find it.

A molten core of at least level 2 means killing a flame lord of level 2 or above. Just thinking about the difficulty makes one's scalp tingle.

"You don't have to worry about where to look for it. I have the plane coordinates of a second-level flame lord here. You can kill it and bring back its molten core!" the middle-aged witch said coldly. Raising his hand, he threw out a fiery red light cluster exuding faint fluorescence.

Greem stretched out his hand and used a layer of flame barrier to control the light ball in front of him.

"Hey, I found a strange fluctuation of mental power, and it was detected that it contained some world beacons of different planes... It was initially detected as a world beacon of the fire elemental plane, please indicate whether to accept it?"

Greem hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of his mental control.

The fiery red light cluster instantly merged into Greem's brain. Greem's eyes were slightly closed, and he used his lowered eyelids to cover the blue light that was constantly flickering in the depths of his pupils. He quickly extracted the spiritual power hidden in the signal That world beacon.

At the same time, a strange fragment of a scene imprinted with mental power began to emerge in Greem's mind.

This is a strange world made entirely of flames.

The sky is burning, the earth is burning.

Even the basic substances that make up the outlines of mountains, rivers, rocks, grasslands, etc. between the sky and the earth are burning slowly.

In this world of flames, a tall human figure composed of lingering flames stands quietly in the center of the picture. It is about ten meters tall, and its whole body is restrained by golden strange flames. On its hands, feet, waist, limbs and neck, there are inlaid magic collars with exquisite shapes and strong magic power.

It is precisely because of the restraint of these magic collars that the strange golden flames only flow slowly within its translucent flame body, without a trace escaping to the outside world.

And through the tall and mighty flaming body, one can vaguely see the dark red glowing strange flaming heart in its chest—the molten core.

The chip continues to work.

From this spiritual power map, in addition to analyzing an unknown world beacon in the fire elemental world, it can also extract a trace of the original breath of the tall flame lord. With this trace of aura, Greem no longer worried that he would recognize the wrong 'person' when he saw that flame lord again!

Tier 2... indeed a Tier 2 flame lord.

"Your Excellency..." Greem carefully considered his tone: "Do you want me to go to the Fire Elemental Plane, kill the Fire Lord there, and then bring back its molten core?"

Greem could only use the word 'sniper' to describe this mission.

There is no way, the four elemental planes are originally a multi-faceted strange world. Of course, all the creatures living in the fire element plane are pure fire element creatures, and they are all social creatures. A second-level flame lord must at least occupy a huge territory with an area of ​​several hundred miles in the fire elemental plane, and the fire elemental army under him will not be less than one hundred thousand.

Greem ran there alone, not to mention whether he could beat the flame lord in a one-on-one match, the fire elemental army under his opponent would probably be able to wipe him out to nothing.

That's why Greem deliberately chose the word 'sniper kill', otherwise he would never have imagined that he would have any other way to kill a second-tier flame lord with super strength and a huge army.

At this moment, Greem vaguely understood the purpose of the other party's visit.

The other party's desire for the Molten Core is false, and the real purpose is to kill the second-level flame lord.

Although the opponent's strength is much higher than her own, she is still helpless in the face of a flame lord hiding in the fire elemental plane. Without it, the characteristics of the Fire Elemental Plane make it possible for any outsider to visit there at will, but it is difficult to survive there.

There is no air, no water, no food, no roads...the only thing there is a strange flame that burns all the time. When the non-flame creatures get there, they can only support their magic protection all the time to resist the invasion of the whole world.

And there, there is only the fire element, and even if other elemental lineage wizards can survive, it is difficult to obtain supplements from the outside world. There is a certain reason for all the opponents to look for the fire witch by name.

At least the fire witch won't be beaten and unable to fight back when he gets there, and he won't lose all his witch power. As for whether he can defeat that flame lord, that is Greem's personal problem!

"You... agree?" The middle-aged witch asked coldly.

Greem hesitated for a moment, and before he could turn his head to look at Alice, her spiritual secret words sounded in his mind.

"Promise her! I promise there are no traps inside!"

Greem finally settled in his heart and nodded in agreement.

Alice, who was listening in a far corner of the hall, frowned slightly, with a puzzled look on her face.

As if worried that Greem would repent, the middle-aged witch took out a witchcraft contract from her bosom and threw it to him.

"You can read the contract and sign it if you agree!"

With a glance of Greem's eyes, he had already seen the witchcraft contract on the sheepskin scroll clearly and clearly. What was said above was exactly as promised by the other party, and no falsehoods or traps were found.

Greem pondered for a while, and said slowly: "If you believe me, why don't you trade the Huoyanjing Iron to me first, so that I will be more confident in completing this task!"

"This is no problem!" Seemingly not worried that Greem would renege on the contract, the middle-aged witch threw out another wooden earring, which contained the thirty catties of refined iron that Greem urgently needed.

Since the other party was so forthright, Greem naturally didn't hesitate, gathered a trace of spiritual force at the front of his fingers, and lightly pressed the inscription at the bottom of the witchcraft contract. As a flame imprint slowly emerged on it, the bright yellow halo representing the establishment of the contract instantly submerged into the bodies of Greem and the middle-aged witch.

This original contract is also quite binding on wizards. If a wizard dared to violate the original contract, he would suffer the backlash of the contract, making it impossible for him to advance to the original source of his soul. If this contract was concluded by a fourth-level witch, the witchcraft effect would be as high as one or two hundred years.

This also means that if Greem can't complete the contract, his own strength can't improve for a day!

This is something no wizard is willing to try easily...