Marvin has always wanted to have a powerful advanced transformation technique, and now this Primordial Leaf finally makes up for his shortcomings in this regard.
The other two original leaves have not been handed over to Marvin by the Migratory Bird Council, but the old tree man guarantees with his reputation that their value will never be lower than this original leaf.
That being the case, Marvin didn't think about it any more.
In fact, compared with these valuable treasures, what the old tree man said was the more crucial factor that made him decide to go to the Scarlet Wasteland.
"If even you, Mr. Marvin, are unwilling to go because you are afraid of the horror of the Scarlet Wasteland, how many people in Feinan's world are willing?"
"I mean, the Scarlet Wasteland is indeed a very scary place, but that's only for the weak, isn't it?"
God knows how many of these words are compliments from the old tree man.
But Marvin suddenly realized something: he was afraid of the Scarlet Wasteland because of its rumors.
The game in the previous life did not have time to open the Scarlet Wasteland, and I know very little about it, basically it comes from folk rumors.
After careful calculation, even though it is a place full of legends and liches, the current Marvin is no longer what it used to be.
He almost forgot how powerful he is now.
Although he is only a Level 1 Lord of the Night, he is powerful enough to fight against most servants of God, not to mention his endless abilities and treasures. His combat experience and consciousness are unparalleled, even those strong men trained in the Scarlet Wasteland may not be comparable to Marvin.
What's more, Marvin didn't go to fight when he went to Scarlet Wasteland this time.
The Council of Migratory Birds commissioned him to find someone.
That person is the heir of the ancient god of nature, said to be the product of a union with a human woman, and a genuine demigod.
His name is Minsk.
After the Ancient God of Nature disappeared, the Council of Migratory Birds believed that if anyone in this world could find the trace of the Ancient God of Nature, only Minsk and his sister were the only ones.
And the beloved daughter of the ancient god of nature lives in the green sea fairyland. The Migratory Bird Council has sent Endless Ocean and another druid there.
At present, there is only one Minsk left and no one is looking for it. The Migratory Bird Council itself is short of manpower, so naturally it can only ask Marvin for help.
This entrusted task sounds very unreliable, after all, the Scarlet Wasteland is said to be boundless. Finding someone, even a demigod, might not be so easy.
However, the old tree man provided a detailed guide on the Scarlet Wasteland, a series of methods to help find the demigod Minsk, I believe that if Minsk is still alive. Finding him shouldn't be a problem.
As for whether he could be persuaded to return to Feinan, this was beyond the scope of Ma Wen's responsibility.
He only needs to hand over a letter written by the old treant to Minsk to complete the task.
Of course, it was impossible for Marvin to devote his precious time to the tasks of the Migratory Bird Council. He agreed with the old tree man that if he still couldn't find Minsk within two weeks, he had the right to return to Feinan on his own.
The Migratory Bird Council provided Marvin with a toolkit containing all the materials and guidelines for building a more stable temporary portal.
Using this toolkit, Marvin can return to Feinan from the Scarlet Wasteland at any time.
After finalizing all the details, Marvin handed over the familiar caught at the edge of the forest to the Migratory Bird Council.
This is more of their territory. It is better to tell them about the appearance of hell demons.
Seeing the appearance of the familiar, the Archdruids all looked solemn.
They have already smelled the devil's breath. In this eventful autumn, these devils that are about to move are obviously a huge threat to the high jungle.
They have to be ready to fight.
There are too many things that druids need to do.
Ma Wen could only express his helplessness.
He has already participated in the task of saving the world tree, and it is impossible for him to be a clone to help deal with the potential army of hell.
In the emerald capital, Marvin stayed for another afternoon.
He wrote several letters, respectively to Madeline, Anna, and Lola, telling them his whereabouts, and at the same time asking them to pay attention to the movements in the White River Valley. And pay attention to reporting to yourself at any time.
Although Ma Wen went to the Scarlet Wasteland this time, although it was a cross-plane, he could still get in touch with the thousand paper cranes given by Shadow Thieves, but the number of times the thousand paper cranes were used was quite limited. Both must be used with caution.
After completing the final supplies in the Emerald City, Marvin finally embarked on the road to the Scarlet Wasteland with the help of the old tree man.
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As a mysterious plane, the Scarlet Wasteland does have some entrances in Feinan.
The migratory bird council, a force that has held many secrets since ancient times, naturally has some of the entrances.
In a cave thousands of feet below the emerald capital, there is a portal leading to the Scarlet Wasteland.
This place has been banned by many seals all year round. Only by gathering the strength of three or more Archdruids can it be opened smoothly.
Marvin prepared everything, bid farewell to the arch druids, and quickly entered the portal.
Every time he teleported across planes, Marvin felt a different experience.
This feeling of time and space imbalance makes people very sad. Sometimes, he can see some terrifying and hideous illusions.
And sometimes, he would have some inexplicable realizations.
These realizations are hard to put into words, but they do exist, and only the extremely sensitive can perceive them.
All in all, when Marvin set foot on the land of the Scarlet Wasteland, a desolate breath came over his face.
He opened his eyes, and large tracts of straw swayed desolately before his eyes.
These straws were all withered and yellow, but they grew wildly all the way, taller than Marvin!
They swayed in the strong wind, deep in the rice fields, some dark faces could be vaguely seen.
"newcomer?"
A harsh voice sounded behind Marvin.
Marvin turned around warily.
Behind him stood a large tent.
Standing at the door of the tent was a man with a straw in his mouth. He had a long scar on his face and held a slender knife in his hand.
This kind of knife is different from Feinan's scimitar, and Marvin has never even seen this kind of weapon.
It is thinner than ordinary knives, but extremely sharp.
The only thing that made Marvin feel relieved was that the man spoke the common language, and even though his accent was strange, he could still understand it.
"You'd better announce your camp right away, otherwise I don't mind eliminating a potential uncertain factor."
The man spat out the straw, the knife in his hand suddenly turned over, and a cold light flashed.
In an instant, a powerful force enveloped Marvin!
"At least three legendary levels and above!"
Marvin completed the judgment in an instant.
However, he was still at a loss: "Faction? What do you mean?"
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