The Wizlan's wizlan's mage tower is hidden in the bizarre and mysterious marginal realm of the Zangma Path, half a month away from the ancient Orence City.

Because this Drown Mage provided Brian with maps and navigation directions in the Inscribed Valley, he led him through many obstacles, easily saw through the natural maze set up by the insects, and was able to successfully discover the Vizlan Tower hidden behind the dust of time and the wonders of nature in a deep and winding cave community.

Deep in the winding and twisting underground world, a narrow path hidden beside the tunnel extends quietly, leading quietly to a towering tower like a line of destiny.

This trail is carefully guarded by an invisible magic barrier, as if it was a secret mark left by the elves in ancient times, and a piece of unknown history was covered with.

Under this layer of magic protection, a closed and exquisite secret door is quietly embedded in it. It will reveal its mysterious side only when a specific moment and a specific person approaches.

The map in Brian's hand records the journey to unknown areas in detail.

He took a deep breath and approached the secret door step by step carefully, and each step seemed to step on the intersection of some magic circle and runes.

When he was only ten feet away from the secret gate, a subtle wave of energy surged instantly, illuminating the originally dim environment instantly.

A soft and mysterious purple light slowly flows out from the surface of the dense door, just like the brightest galaxy in the night sky pouring down, and the flowing light overflows, depicting a word - "Araki" in a delicate and extremely exquisite handwriting of elf.

Brian recognized that in the ancient and profound language system of Zoer, the word "Araki" means "revenge".

After analyzing this detail in depth, he found that this term did not exist in isolation.

It is like a bridge connecting a heavy and tragic story covered by time.

The fragments of those stories seem to jump between the lines, although they are weak but hard to ignore, like a deep imprint, hidden behind seemingly ordinary sentences, silently telling the pain and vicissitudes of the past.

It can be seen from this that this former chief wizard obviously experienced an unknown storm during the time when ancient Orence City was flooded by the long river of history.

The magnificent dark elf city seemed to be the stage of his destiny, with fierce conflicts and painful struggles staged, which made his memories leave an indelible mark there.

The purpose behind Vizlan chose to cooperate with him became clearer.

Brian walked to the secret door and put the map in his hand on it.

As he thought, the map was like a key. At the moment of obscure magic runes on the golden secret door, deep purple light flashed through it, and then slowly opened.

Brian entered the closed door hidden inside.

He found that the passage connected behind the door was so narrow that it could only accommodate one person. If the peers wanted to turn sideways or turn around, they had to move their steps carefully to avoid collisions with each other and feel the cramped and depressing feeling of space squeeze.

And in this dark tunnel where you can't see your fingers, Brian followed the faint light source tightly and trek forward calmly and firmly.

Here, time seems to have lost its meaning, and only the timer in my heart records the passing minutes and seconds.

About an hour passed, and in this journey full of unknowns and suspense, continuous echoes came from the deepest places in the distance, like a guide song in a maze, both weird and fascinating.

As the pace of moving forward gradually deepened, the narrow passage suddenly became clear, as if the curtain was suddenly pulled open, showing an unprecedented huge cave space.

The walls and ceiling of the cave are swallowed by thick darkness and hidden from sight, making it impossible to guess its true boundaries.

However, under the illumination of Brian's light spell, the details inside the cave came to my eyes.

The stone-textured cave walls are embedded with tiny quartz crystals and mica pieces. They shine with crystal clear light under the light, just like stars falling on the earth, illuminating a winding path ahead.

The trail is deeply imprinted on the hard stone floor as hard as iron, like a mysterious map guiding travelers toward the secret end.

Following the stone path, finally, at the end of the road, a towering black shadow appeared in sight.

It is a stalactite tower carved by the power of nature through the years. It is cold, dark, and suffocatingly large. It stands quietly in the endless darkness, as if it is a silent patron saint, telling ancient and profound secrets, waiting for the arrival of the brave.

This mage tower looks like a giant stalactite that can be said to be a clever combination of nature and artifacts.

It stands upright on the earth, like a stone scepter inserted into the clouds, demonstrating its unique charm with an unignorable majesty momentum.

The entire tower is not made of artificial stone, but a natural limestone stalactite that has been carefully carved over thousands of years. It has a hard texture, a strange shape, and is full of primitive and magnificent vitality.

The interior structure of this tower is even more ingenious and breathtaking.

The layers of rooms spiraled along the tower body seem to be a music written by nature and wise craftsmen, and each note is just rightly embedded in this winding and rising space sequence.

These rooms are like nested shells, entangled around the central axis and extended upwards to the out-of-reach spire.

Brian's keen eyes can even be seen from a distance that every room on the tower has been carefully polished, maintaining the original texture and texture of the stalactite, and at the same time, it is integrated with exquisite and delicate artificial decoration, making the entire space full of both rough wild beauty and elegant artistic atmosphere.

These rooms have their own characteristics, some are spacious and bright, like the bright moon in the sky; some are narrow and deep, just like the secret realm of dark night, and some directly penetrate the stone walls, allowing residents to look out over the magnificent scenery of Vizlan and experience the unique high-altitude visual feast.

After some exploration, Brian discovered a secret entrance to the tower, a majestic and heavy iron gate. It is the only conspicuous path here, as if it carries the vicissitudes of countless years and endless secrets. Under the violet halo, it is filled with a cold metallic luster, like a gateway to an unknown world, attracting deep thought and thrilling.

After Brian entered the iron gate, what caught his eye was a short but mysterious passage.

It quietly stretched down like the throat of history, passing through five feet of thick rock formations full of time imprints. These hard rocks seemed to be silently witnessing every arrival and departure.

As the steps deepened, the end of the passage suddenly became clear.

A cool and dark lobby is suddenly present, and its vast space is filled with a chill that surges from the depths of the earth, but it also brings a strange tranquility.
Chapter completed!