Marven had always wanted to have a powerful advanced transfiguration, and now this Primordial Leaf finally made up for his shortcomings in this regard.

The other two Primordial Leaf Migratory Bird Councils have not yet handed over to Marven, but the old tree man guarantees that their value will definitely not be lower than this one Primordial Leaf.

Since this is the case, Marven doesn't think about it anymore.

In fact, compared to these valuable treasures, the words of the old tree man were the more crucial factors that made him decide to go to the Scarlet Wasteland.

"If even you, Mr. Marven, are reluctant to go because you are afraid of the horror of the Scarlet Wasteland, then how many people in the Fernand World are willing?"

"I mean, the Scarlet Wasteland is a scary place to be, but that's only for the weak, isn't it?"

God knows how many of these words were compliments from the old tree man.

But Marven also suddenly woke up to a point: he was afraid of the bloody wasteland because of its rumors.

The game in the previous life didn't have time to open up the Scarlet Wasteland, and I didn't know much about it, and it basically came from folk rumors.

If you think about it carefully, even if it is a place full of legends and many lichs like dogs, Marven is no longer what it used to be.

He almost forgot how powerful he was now.

Although he is only a level 1 Night Master, he has enough power to fight against most of the Divine Servants, not to mention his endless abilities and treasures. His combat experience and consciousness are unparalleled, even those strong people trained in the Scarlet Wasteland may not be comparable to Marven.

Not to mention. This time he went to the Scarlet Wasteland, and Marven didn't go to fight.

The Migratory Bird Council commissioned him to find a man.

The man was the heir of an ancient god of nature, and was said to have been the product of a union with a human woman. A true demigod.

His name is Minsk.

After the disappearance of the ancient gods of nature, the Migratory Bird Council believes that if anyone in this world can find traces of the ancient gods of nature, it is only Minsk and his sister.

The beloved daughter of the Old God of Nature resides in the Green Sea Wonderland, and the Migratory Bird Council has sent the Endless Ocean and another druid.

At present, only one Minsk is left unnowhere to be found, and the migratory bird parliament itself is short of manpower. Naturally, I can only turn to Marven for help.

This commissioned mission sounds very unreliable, after all, the Scarlet Wasteland is said to be endless, find someone. Even if it's a demigod, I'm afraid it's not that easy.

However, the Old Treant provides a detailed guide to the Scarlet Wasteland, a series of ways to help find the demigod Minsk, if Minsk is still alive. Finding him shouldn't be a big problem.

As for whether he could be persuaded to return to Fanan. This is not within Marven's responsibility.

He only needed to hand over a letter from the old tree man to Minsk, and he could be considered to have completed the task.

Of course, Marvin could not devote his precious time to the tasks of the Migratory Bird Council all the time, and he agreed with the old tree man that if he still could not find Minsk within two weeks, he had the right to return to Feinan on his own.

The Migratory Bird Council has provided Marven with a kit with all the materials and guidelines for building a more stable temporary portal.

With this kit, Marven can return to Fernan from the Scarlet Wasteland at any time.

After finalizing all the details. Marven handed over the envoy he had caught at the edge of the forest to the Migratory Bird Council.

Here the comparison is their territory, the appearance of the demons of hell. It's better to talk to them.

Seeing the appearance of the demons, the faces of the great druids were very solemn.

They had long smelled the scent of the devil, and in this eventful season, these impending devils were clearly a great threat to the Supreme Jungle.

They must be ready for everything to fight.

There was so much to do for the druids.

Marven can only say that he can't help this.

He was already involved in the mission to save the World Tree, and it was impossible for him to help deal with the potential army of Hell.

In the Emerald Capital, Marven stayed another afternoon.

He wrote several letters, one to Medirri, one to Anna, and one to Lola, telling them where he was going, and telling them to keep an eye out for movements in the White River Valley and to keep an eye out for them.

Marven went to the Scarlet Wasteland this time, although it was an interdimensional plane, but he could still be contacted through the Thousand Paper Cranes given by the Shadow Thief Owl, but the number of times the Thousand Paper Cranes were used was quite limited, and both sides had to use them carefully.

After completing the final supplies in the Emerald Capital, Marven finally embarked on the road to the Scarlet Wasteland with the help of the old treeman.

……

The Scarlet Wastes, as a mystical plane, does have some entrances to Fernan.

The Migratory Bird Council, a force that has held many secrets since ancient times, naturally controls some of these entrances.

In a cavern thousands of feet below the Emerald Capital, there is a portal to the Scarlet Wasteland.

This place has been forbidden by many seals for many years, and only by gathering the power of more than three great druids can it be successfully opened.

Marven prepared everything, said goodbye to the great druids, and quickly entered the portal.

Every time he teleported across the plane, Marven felt a different experience.

This imbalance in time and space was very sad, and at times, he could see some terrifying visions.

Sometimes, he will have some inexplicable realizations.

These realizations are difficult to put into words, but they do exist, and only the most sensitive people can perceive them.

All in all, when Marven stepped on the land of the Scarlet Wasteland, a desolate aura came to his face.

He opened his eyes, and large swaths of straw swayed desolate before his eyes.

All of these straws are withered yellow, but they have grown wildly, taller than Marven's!

They swayed in the wind, and deep in the rice fields, some dark faces could be faintly seen.

"New here?"

A caustic voice sounded behind Marven.

Marven turned around vigilantly.

Behind him, a large tent stood.

At the door of the tent stood a man with a straw in his mouth, with a long scar on his face and a slender knife in his hand.

This knife was different from Feinan's scimitar, and Marven had never even seen such a weapon.

It is more slender than a normal knife, but it is extremely sharp.

The only consolation to Marven was that the man was using a lingua franca, and although his accent was strange, he could still understand it.

"You'd better announce your faction right away, or I wouldn't mind killing a potential uncertainty."

The man spat out the straw, the knife in his hand flipped abruptly, and the cold light flashed.

In an instant, a powerful force enveloped Marven!

"At least three Legend levels and above!"

Marven completed the judgment in an instant.

However, he was still at a loss: "Camp? What do you mean? ”

…… (To be continued......)