Chapter 744
The Boots of Ash had been completed. What came next was naturally the magical armband– the Emblem of Fire.
He had already prepared the fire dragon’s blood and the highest-quality fire agate used for creating the Emblem of Fire, but Greem still lacked half of the required Flameloathe Iron. Such rare and high-grade resources always had low yields. Moreover, Greem didn’t know too many high-grade alchemists, making it hard for him to gather sufficient amounts of the metal on short notice.
When Greem was about to delay this project for a few years in search of the metal, Alice reached him with invigorating news.
The Flameloathe Iron had been located!
Greem hurried to the Tower of Fate as fast as possible upon receiving news of this. Waiting there for him was a frowning Alice.
“Is there something odd about the news?”
“There’s nothing wrong with the information. I can confirm that the opponent does have a tremendous amount of Fireloathe Iron, enough for you to create your magical equipment…”
“Then what are you hesitating for?”
The Chip was still hard at work.
Apart from an unknown planar coordinate of the fire elementium world, the Chip also managed to extract a trace of the Fire Lord’s origin aura from the Spirit imprint. With this aura, Greem no longer needed to worry about mistakenly recognizing another Fire Lord as this one!
Second Grade. A Second Grade Fire Lord indeed.
“My lady, you mean,” Greem carefully thought over his tone, “You mean to have me go to the Fire Elementium plane, assassinate this Fire Lord, and then bring his molten core back to you?”
Greem could only use the term ‘assassinate’ to describe this mission.
It couldn’t be helped. The four great elementium planes were wondrous worlds of great depth after all. Naturally, all beings that lived within the Fire Elementium Plane were fire elementium creatures. Moreover, they lived in groups. A Second Grade Fire Lord in the Fire Elementium Plane would possess a massive territory of several hundreds of kilometers at the very minimum. The fire elementium army subservient to him would not number below a hundred thousand.
Disregarding whether Greem could even defeat the Fire Lord in single combat, he alone would probably be exterminated into dust by the Fire Lord’s army.
That was why Greem intentionally used the term assassinate. He couldn’t imagine any other way to exterminate a Fire Lord with such power and such a massive army.
It was at this moment that Greem vaguely understood the opponent’s intentions in coming here.
The fact that she wanted the molten core was only a front. Her true purpose was to murder that Second Grade Fire Lord.
She might be much, much more powerful than the Fire Lord, but even she couldn’t do anything to a Fire Lord hiding in the Fire Elementium Plane. There was no special reason for it. The unique characteristics of the Fire Elementium Plane made it such that any outsiders could visit it, but they would find it extremely difficult to survive there.
There was no breathable air there, nor water, food, or roads. The only things that existed there were perpetually burning flames. Non-fire creatures would have no choice but to continually maintain their magical defenses and endure the corrosion coming from the entire world.
Moreover, there was only fire elementium there. Adepts of other attributes would not be able to sustain themselves even if they were able to survive. That was why it made sense for the witch to look for a fire adept specifically.
At least a fire adept would be able to retaliate to some extent when they reached there and wouldn’t have all their magic power worn away by the environment. As for whether he could defeat the Fire Lord, that was Greem’s problem to deal with!
“You…have agreed?” The middle-aged witch asked coldly.
Greem hesitated for a moment. Before he could even turn to look at Alice, her mental message rang in his mind.
“Agree to her conditions! I can guarantee that there is no trap behind it!”
It was only now that Greem felt certain and nodded his head in agreement.
Alice, who was listening to the conversation from a corner of the hall frowned slightly. An expression of confusion appeared on her face.
As if concerned that Greem would change his mind, the middle-aged witch took out a magical contract and threw it at him.
“You can read the contract. Sign it if you agree to the conditions!”
Greem swept across the parchment with his eyes and instantly read its contents and understood them perfectly. The contents were just as the witch had promised. There were no lies or traps in them.
Greem fell silent for a moment and slowly said, “If you believe in me, why don’t you give me the Flameloathe Iron first. I have more confidence in completing the mission this way!”
“That is no problem!” The middle-aged witch tossed out a wooden earring as if she wasn’t concerned that Greem would go against his word at all. Inside the jewelry was the fifteen kilograms of Flameloathe Iron that Greem so urgently needed.
Given how generous the witch was being, Greem naturally had no reason to drag his feet. He concentrated a trace of Spirit at the tip of his finger and slowly pressed it on the signature spot on the magical contract. As a brand of fire slowly appeared on it, the yellow light that represented the establishment of the contract instantly entered Greem and the witch’s body.
Such an origin contract had a relatively high binding ability on the adepts. If adepts dared to go against an origin contract, they would have to endure the backlash, henceforth causing their soul origin to stagnate. If a Fourth Grade witch formed this contract, the magical effects would even last for one or two hundred years.
That meant that Greem’s powers would never improve so long as he had yet to complete the contract!
That was something that most adepts would never want to try to experience.