Chapter 395 River Goddess Love, the Kingdom of Death
"What a performance, Mr. Wick."
Amy Field slowly emerged from the fog.
In this cold, the thin clothes seemed like just a light hanging.
"So you let them come here just as a way of having fun in your life?" John touched his chin and analyzed in front of Toss' brain that was burned out by the amount of information, "Or do you enjoy fooling those infatuated men?"
"Of course not," Amy Field walked over slowly, while the mutated Ackerman stood still. She wanted to touch John's face with her hand, "I am looking for a man who can give birth to the most powerful magical child for me. Father."
She looked at John with fascination, "You make me so fond of you, Wick."
John avoided the hand that could control the kiss for a year, and decisively refused: "I'm sorry, I don't like you."
Amy Field paused, her eyes as charming as silk, "Am I not beautiful enough?"
She spun around in a circle, as beautiful as a fairy in the fog.
"Not really." John said honestly.
"Is that because I'm not rich enough?"
"You own a black fortress, so naturally you won't."
"Are you saying I'm not considerate enough?"
Amy Field said bitterly: "You will gain everything by becoming the father of my child."
"Unfortunately," John shook his head, "I don't need all of this."
Amy Field fell silent, "I can give you money, status, and power."
"I have everything you said." John curled his lips, "And more."
My majestic Witch King, do you want to support me?
John waved his hand impatiently, "I don't like you, so I'd better ask you to find someone else."
Amy Field looked sad. The men who pursued her were willing to sacrifice their lives for her. They were even willing to dig out their hearts when they saw this look.
Too bad she met John.
John walked past her and was about to leave.
Amy Field lowered his head, and when he raised it again, his expression became cold.
"if it is possible."
She stopped John and said, "Please drink this glass of water."
Amy Field had an extra glass of water in her hand. The clear water exuded warmth in the cold weather.
She held out her hand to John.
"This is my last request."
John took the glass of water and said, "In exchange, I'll treat you to a drink of water too."
He gave water from the poisonous river of Vermur to Amy Field.
Amy Field's expression froze.
John saw through her intention and asked, "Not to your taste?"
Amy Field lowered his head to look at the water. One drop of the highly poisonous Vemul could kill the Tiger Grass Dragon that lives in extremely cold places.
If you drink this bottle, it is estimated that the Tiger Grass Dragon will be wiped out.
Toss looked left and right.
Is this the exchange between 'noble blacks'?
So profound.
"I will make you the father of my child." Amy Field suddenly smiled, and her body gradually disappeared.
The bottle of highly poisonous water from the Vimur River was caught before it fell.
John had another bottle of strange water in his hand, which he put into his pocket.
"Goddess?"
he thought.
Amy Field is not 'dignified black', she is a goddess.
The old woman of the misty forest is an incarnation of her.
This journey that many "noble blacks" took to die was Amy Field's way of choosing a qualified husband.
No, he is a qualified father.
"Child of magic?" John narrowed his eyes.
Amy Field seems to be giving birth to a magically combined being.
She seeks a powerful wizard with powerful magic as her other half to conceive the child together.
"Is it fate?"
The duties of gods are more or less tainted with fate.
Similar to Ragnarok, Amy Field's destiny is to give birth to a magical child.
Within the abyss of the First Fountain, John saw much.
Among them is Ragnarok.
"Continue forward and cross the Jinlunga Chasm to reach the country where the Fire Giant is."
John looked at Toss and said, "Go back."
"Sir, yours?" Toss heard John say back, and his first reaction was not happiness.
John shook his head and said: "I still have to pursue the footsteps of destiny, and I will leave this world."
"But what should I do?" Toss was anxious.
He grabbed John's sleeve and asked, "I want to leave with you."
"You can't follow me." John shook his head and said, "Go find your mission, Toss."
"From now on, you are no longer my servant."
The cursed Ackerman disappeared into the mist, and John walked to Ada's body.
He pulled out the opponent's carapace and horns.
Among Ada's supplies is purified Dimo Gold.
As expected of a wealthy lord.
Using the existing materials, John clapped his hands and the materials were synthesized into a sword.
He handed the sword to Toss, "Become stronger, Toss."
"Strength is supreme. Hair color cannot determine your strength. Only strength can make you stand at the top."
Handing the sword to Toss, John patted his shoulder and said, "Next time we meet, I hope you are an outstanding warrior."
He turned and left.
Toss stayed where he was, holding the sword with red eyes.
Until John was out of sight and completely disappeared into the mist.
Toss bit his lip and said, "My name is Toss. I am fourteen years old. I will become a powerful person."
"Strong enough to accompany you on your adventures, Mr. Wick."
John also left him water from the spring in Hwagmir.
After a long and lonely journey, Toss returns to town.
His appearance was incredible to the people behind Shield Mountain.
"He actually came back from there."
Those who originally went to find the spring of Hwagmir only came back to Toss.
In this town, they passed down the legendary deeds of the 'Warrior Who Crossed Vimur' from word of mouth.
Toss dragged his exhausted body back home.
When a girl saw him in the empty home, she ran over to him with tears in her eyes and hugged him.
"It's great that you're okay, Toss."
"I'm fine, sister."
Toss is a lot different.
If he was just a little smart person before that journey began, then now, my sister has seen different changes in him.
This made my sister feel distressed and happy.
She asks what Toth saw.
Toss said firmly: "I saw strength and dignity."
"Sister, I want to be a warrior." Toss said seriously, "A powerful warrior."
"Power is supreme, I will take the glory of Wick and become a legend in the Kingdom of Mist!"
Toss pulled out the sword in his hand, "I swear by dragon's blood and sword!"
The runes on the sword flickered, seeming to agree with his words.
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John, who had passed Hwagmir, the First Fountain, continued on.
The fog did not diminish, and he walked towards the edge of the world.
The biggest difference from the earth in the atrium is that this place seems more like an entire continent.
The further he walked, the more John could feel the changes.
If Niflheim is a cold ice fog, then now it is gradually leaning towards a kind of disorienting fog.
It was a chilling feeling to the soul.
John walked through the fog, and when he looked back, there was no path behind him.
"Are you going to the Kinlunga Divide? Young man."
An old man wearing a cowboy hat was smoking a cigarette.
It's strange that there are no people or buildings around.
This old cowboy looks like he has always lived here.
"Yes." John nodded.
The old cowboy said as expected: "Then you are in the wrong place."
"This is not the place to go to the Kinlunga Divide."
"here it is……"
"The kingdom of death."
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