The Boots of Ashes are complete, and the next one is naturally the Fire Emblem armband.

The Fire Dragon's Blood and the Ultimate Fire Agate to create the Fire Emblem have all been prepared, but half of the Fire Disgust Iron is still missing. The output of this scarce high-level resource was already small, and Grim didn't know a few high-level alchemists, so it was difficult to get enough of them for a while.

Just when Grim thought that this matter could only be postponed for another three and five years, there was exciting news from Alice.

The fire is tired of the essence of iron, and there is a whereabouts!

Greem, who got the news, rushed to the Tower of Destiny as fast as he could, where it was Alice, who was frowning, waiting for him.

"What's wrong with the news?"

"There is nothing wrong with the news, I can be sure that the other party does have a large amount of Fire Disgust Essence Iron in his hand, which is enough for you to use to build a witchcraft......"

"Then what are you hesitating about?"

"The problem is, it's not me who found them this time, it's me who they found me!"

Grim's expression immediately became solemn when he heard this.

If this news had been suctured by Alice herself, Grim would not have any worries. But since the other party took the initiative to come to the door, it shows at least two points......

First, the other party is definitely prepared, and obviously understands what Grim needs most at the moment.

Second, the opponent's target is Grim, and the opponent doesn't seem to hide this.

"Where is she?"

"Inside the hall on the fifth floor!"

Half an hour later, Grim finally met the mysterious Northland witch in a witchcraft hall.

This is a middle-aged witch with an extremely ordinary face, not very old, but there is a sinister aura between her eyebrows, and there is always a palpitating feeling when she looks at her.

"Drop, I perceive a high-energy magic force field, I can't see through, I can't scan ......" In his mind, the short prompt sound of the chip made Grim slightly stunned.

It's not like he hasn't been in contact with a high-level wizard, and even that third-order dark witch can't hide her personal aura to such a point. Coupled with the feeling of secret palpitations after getting close to the other party, Grim's heart trembled slightly, and he initially suspected that the other party might be a fourth-order witch.

A Rank 4 witch, even in the Northland, where there are many talents, such a powerful wizard is rare to encounter once in a century. The other party would come to him, which couldn't help but make Grim a little nervous.

"Are you Grim?" asked the middle-aged witch with an impassive face, as if sensing Grim's nervousness.

"Yes!"

"Rank 2 Fire Witch?"

Grim hesitated, and then again.

"I have a task here that I need someone to help me do, and the reward for the task is 30 catties of fire-tired iron, are you willing to accept it?" the middle-aged witch directly pointed out the intention.

"Mission?" Grim licked his lower lip, 30 catties of Fire Disgust Iron was enough for him to use to create 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 Tier 2!"

Grim swallowed deeply, and a strange expression of 'I knew it was going to be like this' immediately appeared on his young, tough face.

Molten Cores are usually found only on those of high-level flame creatures, and are equivalent to their hearts, which are the core components of all flame essence condensation in the body of that flame creature. In the wizarding world, lord-level fire creatures are rarely found, so if you want to obtain a molten core, you can only go to the other world to find it.

A molten core of at least Tier 2 means killing a Flame Lord of Tier 2 or above, and the difficulty of this is tingling just thinking about it.

"You don't have to worry about where to look, I have the plane coordinates of a second-order flame lord here, you go and kill it and get its molten core back for me!" the middle-aged witch said coldly, raising her hand, and threw out a fiery red light cluster that emitted a misty fluorescence.

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

"Drop, I found a strange spiritual power fluctuation, and detected that it contained some heterotopic world dao signs...... Initially detected as a world landmark in the fire elemental plane, please indicate whether to receive it?"

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

The fiery red light instantly integrated into Grim's brain, Grim's eyes were slightly closed, and he used his lowered eyelids to cover the blue light that kept flickering in the depths of his pupils, and soon extracted the world Dao Marker hidden in the spiritual power signal.

At the same time, a fragment of a bizarre scene printed by mental power began to emerge in Grim's mind.

It's a bizarre world made entirely of flames.

The sky is burning, the earth is burning.

Even the basic materials that make up the outlines of mountains, rivers, rocks, meadows, and other objects between heaven and earth are burning slowly.

In this world of flames, a tall figure composed of swirling flames stands quietly in the center of the picture. It was about ten meters tall, and its entire body was restrained by strange golden flames. On its hands, feet, waist and neck, there are inlaid with beautifully shaped magic collars with strong magical atmosphere.

It was precisely by relying on the restraint of these magic collars that those strange golden flames only flowed slowly within its translucent flame body, and no trace escaped to the outside world.

And through the tall and mighty flame body, you can vaguely see the dark red and shiny strange flame heart in its chest, the molten core.

The chip continues to work.

From this spiritual power map, in addition to analyzing an unknown world Dao symbol in the Fire Elemental Realm, it can also extract a trace of the origin aura of the tall Flame Lord. With this aura, when he saw that Flame Lord again, Grim no longer worried that he would recognize the wrong person!

Tier 2 ...... It is indeed a Tier 2 Flame Lord.

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

Grim can only use the word 'sniper' to describe this mission.

There is no way, the four elemental planes are originally a strange world with many facets. Of course, all the creatures that survive in the fire elemental plane are pure fire elemental creatures, and they are all social creatures. A second-order Flame Lord, in the Fire Elemental Plane, must at least occupy a huge territory with an area of hundreds of miles, and the Fire Elemental Legion under his command will not be less than 100,000.

Grim ran there alone, not to mention whether he could defeat the Flame Lord alone, I am afraid that the Fire Elemental Legion under the opponent alone would be able to wipe him out without even a scum.

That's why Grim deliberately chose the word 'sniper', otherwise he really couldn't think of any other way to kill a second-order flame lord with super strength and a huge legion.

At this moment, Grim vaguely understood the other party's intention.

The other party's desire to melt the core is fake, and wanting to kill the second-order flame lord is the real goal.

Although the opponent's strength was much higher than her own, she was still helpless in the face of a Flame Lord hiding in the fire elemental plane. Without it, the nature of the fire elemental plane makes it accessible to any outsider, but it is difficult to survive there.

There was no air, no water, no food, no roads...... The only thing that has it is a strange flame that burns all the time. When the non-fire creatures get there, they can only hold on to their magic protection against the invasion of the whole world.

And there, there is only the fire element, and even if the wizards of other elemental lineages can survive, it is difficult to obtain replenishment from the outside world. There is also a certain reason for all the other parties to name and look for the fire witch.

At least the fire witch won't be beaten and unable to fight back when he gets there, and he won't be worn out of all his magical power. As for whether he can beat the Flame Lord, it's a matter of Grim's own!

"You...... Agreed?" the middle-aged witch asked coldly.

Grim hesitated, and before he could turn his head to look at Alice, her spiritual whispers rang in his head.

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

Only then did Grim reassure himself and nodded in agreement.

Alice, who was listening from a corner of the hall, frowned slightly, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

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

"You can look at the contract, and if you agree, sign it!"

With a sweep of his eyes, Grim had already seen the witchcraft contract on the sheepskin scroll through and clearly. What was said above was exactly the same as the other party's promise, and no falsehoods and traps were found.

Grim pondered for a moment and said slowly: "If Your Excellency believes me, it is better to trade the Fire Disgusting Essence Iron to me first, so that I will be more confident in completing this task!"

"That's fine!" As if not at all worried that Grim would break the contract, the middle-aged witch threw out another wooden earring, which contained the thirty catties of fire iron that Grim urgently needed.

Since the other party was so refreshing, Grim naturally wouldn't grind, and the tip of his finger condensed a trace of spiritual power, and gently pressed it on the bottom of the witchcraft contract. As a flame mark slowly emerged on it, the bright yellow aura representing the establishment of the contract instantly sank into the bodies of Grim and the middle-aged witch.

This kind of origin contract is also quite binding on wizards. If a wizard dares to violate the Origin Contract, he will suffer from the contract backlash, and his Soul Origin will no longer be able to advance an inch. If this contract is made by a Rank 4 witch, I am afraid that the effect of witchcraft will be as high as one or two hundred years.

This also means that if Grim can't complete the contract one day, his own strength will not be able to improve one day!

This is something that no wizard would want to try lightly......