Night Ranger

"Master, we don’t have much time. That place will open soon. More people are approaching."

A charming voice echoed in the darkness.

The Wizard turned and looked at the sexy woman with no change in his expression. "I’ll set up an absolutely safe boundary to ensure that no trace of Regis will be found. As for you, you’ll have to stay here."

The woman was wearing a green dress and looked like quite the temptress.

"No, I have to be with you."

"The [Wilderness Hall] is too dangerous, we know that the Wilderness God is an Ancient Deity. We aren’t clear about his ancient name. I have to be with you."

She sounded worried.

The Wizard shook his head silently. He glanced at the statue once more and calmly said, "Someone needs to stay and guard Luna."

"This snowy mountain has to become a forbidden area. Whether from the north or the south, no one should want to approach. There are two reckless guys trying to come from the south, so I’ll need you to deal with them."

The woman wanted to say something, but hesitated.

Before she could come up with the right words, the Wizard waved his hand impatiently and declared, "Good, things are settled."

"I’ll leave you my [Puppy] to make it easier for you."

Before the woman could answer, he stepped away through the darkness.

The woman stood there silently for a long time.

She looked at that lifelike statue of the suffering girl with jealousy.

"It’s been over a millennium, yet I’m still considered less important than the statue of a dead Goddess..."

"Miss Silvermoon, what kind of charm can make a man forever remain so infatuated?" she mumbled under her breath before disappearing into the darkness.

The crystal ball was still floating in the air with two shadows climbing the snow mountain in it.

...

The outskirts of Holy Light City.

A beautiful girl wearing plain clothes was walking eastwards.

She seemed very lonely, but only she herself knew how much she had endured on the way.

"Isabelle, why can’t you be an ordinary girl? You’re really not interested in any gossip?"

"The Cold Light’s Grasp daggers are Miss Silvermoon’s Artifact, and Miss Silvermoon is Moon Goddess Faniya’s daughter. Aren’t you interested about the circumstances of her death?"

"Oh yeah, it’s rumored that before she fell, she had a lover called Bandel. He was a mortal who had outstanding talents as a Wizard..."

"Hey hey hey, as an Apprentice Assassin, you can’t ignore your teacher..."

Isabelle’s face was still expressionless.

After a long time, she whispered, "Teacher, how long has it been since you talked to someone?"

That voice was instantly silenced.

After some time, it said with a lonely tone, "I already forgot."

"I’m not clear about many things. In those years, that damn Witch peeled me from my physical body and turned my soul into a wisp, I’ve been muddle-headed for a long time."

"I often wanted to die, but the Witch’s Witchcraft made it impossible for me. I could only struggle at death’s door... Until I met you."

"A small girl actually dared to rush into the most dangerous area of the Assassin Alliance. At that time, I understood that you weren’t an ordinary mortal, but someone that could continue my legacy!"

Isabelle’s brow slightly twitched for a moment. "Actually, that day... I was only lost," she admitted.

The wisp fell silent again.

"Furthermore, are you really one of the founders of the Assassin Alliance, the great Winter Assassin?" Isabelle had a strange expression on her face as she asked, "Why was I taught in my Knowledge of Assassins lesson that [The Winter Assassin never laughed, he was a man as cold as ice that rarely smiled. Only death and blood could excite him...]

The wisp roared, "They did that? Heaven... that was just a joke! They actually wrote that as teaching material... This is truly leading people astray. Why should an Assassin be as cold as ice all the time? Wouldn’t his face say [I’m an Assassin] then?"

"Don’t tell me that being cool-headed isn’t an excellent quality?" Isabelle said in a questioning tone.

"No. We don’t need that. As an outstanding Assassin, it doesn’t matter whether we are calm or not, because in the end, these are just disguises," the Winter Assassin answered seriously.

Isabelle nodded, half-understanding.

"You didn’t actually understand did you?" the wisp pressed, in a bad mood, "I can see your expression. That kind of unchanging poker face shouldn’t appear on a girl in the spring of her youth like you."

"You should let out a smile occasionally. Otherwise, people will think you are ill."

Isabelle calmly replied, "I was originally abnormal. I stayed eight years in that so-called [Magic Space]. After coming out, you told me that only a month had passed in Feinan. And now we reached the Crimson Wasteland, and this place’s time-flow is also very different."

"Honestly, I don’t know how old I am. That whole time in the space, you only taught me how to kill. How could I know about the rest? I already forgot the last time I smiled, just like you forgot the last time you met someone."

The wisp sarcastically quipped, "This is actually quite good. Your people were originally abnormal. Abnormal is good."

Isabelle clearly didn’t want to keep chatting with the Winter Assassin. The young girl had always been very quiet. If not for that Winter Assassin saving her life in the Assassin Alliance’s forbidden area, she wouldn’t have kept company with this elder who always kept chattering for so long.

But as she was moving forward, she randomly took the initiative to ask, "When will we return to Feinan?"

The Winter Assassin decisively answered, "When we get the Cold Light’s Grasps."

Isabelle nodded. A man’s silhouette flashed past her eyes before her eyes crimson eyes returned to normal.

She kept going forward, and at the end of the road was a hall.

The hall had been standing in the endless wilderness for a long time. It had a simple and desolate aura.

"Wilderness Hall, the site of a group of Ancient Deities."

"If you have enough courage and don’t want to remain a trifling character in this chaotic world, then enter."

The Winter Assassin’s voice was unusually serious.

Isabelle unhesitantly walked in.

...

The snowstorm was still bursting with power. But this didn’t slow the resolute pace of the two men.

A Ruler of the Night’s Resistances were very high. Someone less capable would have already frozen to death in such a climate.

But Marvin only felt a slight chill. He glanced at the Paladin.

Griffin was carrying the weak girl, and each of his steps was very firm. There was a halo around him that protected the girl from the extreme weather.

She had fallen asleep and seemed to be quite comfortable.

Obviously, the girl trusted him quite a bit. This Paladin also had a certain charisma that made others tend to trust him.

"What’s her name?" Marvin asked as he kept walking through the icy winds.

Griffin threw a strange look at Marvin before answering, "Jasmine."

"Poor child." Marvin felt that sinister power on her body and sighed, "I once suffered from a terrible curse. It almost took my life. But I was lucky, someone saved me."

The Paladin nodded. "There will always be evil power in this world," he agreed.

Marvin looked behind them and sneered, "Power isn’t necessarily evil, but there will always be people with evil thoughts."

Griffin calmly said, "That doesn’t matter. They only want to pass through here safely."

"As long as they don’t affect my trip to Holy Light City, I won’t care about their schemes."

Clearly, they had quite outstanding Perception as they had already discovered the small team following them.

It’s just that they didn’t bother about it.

They kept pushing forward. After they were about halfway there, the winds became more powerful.

To their surprise, they heard the faint sound of a crying baby.

The sky was dark and if not for their immense power, they wouldn’t have been able to keep going forward.

Despite this, the suddenly intensifying snowstorm still halted their progress.

Snow fell crazily and in a short time, it already reached their waists!

Marvin’s eyes widened as his eyes swept across the darkness.

This obviously wasn’t something natural. Someone was definitely controlling the weather.

A dark shadow suddenly flashed past.

Marvin had yet to move when the Paladin had already shouted angrily!

At that instant, a dense holy power burst from his body.

The snow disappeared in a ten-meter radius, leaving no trace behind. It was replaced by boundless Order Power!

The Truth Scale!

A huge faint shadow appeared behind the Paladin. It was more exaggerated this time. Marvin even saw the shadow of an expressionless man holding up the Truth Scale. Under the light cast by the Paladin, a fog-like lifeform became visible.

"A Mist Dragon?"

Marvin was astonished when he saw the enemy’s appearance.

Why would that Mist Dragon block their path?

This made no sense.

But he didn’t have time to consider further, as the Mist Dragon suddenly went wild. He looked up and saw that a large amount of clouds began to gather!

And even more frightening was that at the same time, the mountain began to shake!

Marvin could see that the top of the snowy mountain was already starting to collapse!

It wanted to trigger an avalanche!

A few kilometers away, the four people stealthily following recoiled in shock. Their eyes were filled with fear.

"It’s a Mist Dragon!"

"Crimson Wasteland’s Mist Dragon, and it’s definitely an Ancient one. Shit, they actually provoked such a disaster."

"They are screwed, we should use the chance to quickly escape!"