Huang Huang's room was deed-shaped, and it didn't feel like it was suitable as a mage's bedroom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info leaned against a narrow bed on one wall, and on the opposite wall was an equally narrow table, with an equally narrow cabinet next to the table. Huang Huang didn't even open his luggage, threw it all directly into the cabinet, and then paced to the window where he also pursued slenderness.

The windows are thin glass with strips of lead and rest on a central hinge. Huang Huang slowly pushed open half of the window, and the solidified lubricating oil at the bottom of the window was torn open like soft mud.

The viewpoint here is still very high on the tower, and in the dark night, the mountains around the tower appear very gray and bare. Looking out from this height, Huang Huang found that there were mountains on all sides, and the ring surrounded this mage tower, like a basin, as if it was punched out by someone, it looked very magical, looking at the wall of the mage tower, he could feel the traces of various years on it, Huang Huang thought about the archmage watching the rise and fall of the continent every day, thinking of this, Huang Huang couldn't help but wonder. By the standard of a mage, most human mages are already as weak as a piece of tissue paper by the time they are one or two hundred years old, and they die at the touch of it. And the people who taught the headmaster when he was a child must be older than the old man of the headmaster, Huang Huang couldn't help but feel that this archmage really had an incredible feeling.

Huang Huang took off his travel cloak, and then looked at his washing facilities, which were really simple and could not be more simple, just like the simple robes on the archmage. But there was still a large vat of cold water, a washbasin and a quality mirror that had lost its luster. Huang Huang originally wanted to change the cold water to hot water to wash up, but in the end, the sound of his stomach rumbling made him decide to let it go and hurry up to eat.

The water quality in the tank was good, and Huang Huang quickly changed into a set of clean clothes and left.

He walked out the door into a hallway, and only then did he realize that he didn't know where the kitchen was. The top of the tower is certainly not a kitchen, so the kitchen must be arranged inside the tower. It is likely to be on the ground floor or on the first or second floor to facilitate the use of pumps. And it must be easy to get to the ballroom, even if it may not be used often.

Huang Huang easily figured his way back to the balcony of the banquet hall, but he still had to find the crooked staircase leading to the kitchen in his imagination. So he had to choose between several exits in the ballroom. Huang Huang chose the one that seemed most likely, and it turned out to be a dead end—only a corridor, and at the end was an empty house with no other exit, much like his own. He chose another path, and the result was similar.

The third time he chose the intersection and walked in, he led the young man into an incredible place.

This was completely unexpected by Huang Huang. He had just stepped over a set of stone-paved stairs a moment ago, and his mind was wondering if he should go get a map or a bell from Potter so that he wouldn't find his way in the tower one day. The next moment, the ceiling above him turned into a blood-red dazzling sky, and he was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, ready to fight, and the stone slabs under his feet turned to golden sand.

Huang Huang tried to take a step back, but when he turned around, he realized that the corridor that was supposed to be waiting behind him was gone, replaced by a golden earth completely different from the world he was familiar with. The soldiers were talking to Huang Huang now, but their voices sounded very distant and indistinct to Huang Huang, and Huang Huang wondered if his ears were blocked by something.

Is it a dream? Huang Huang tried to judge. He may have been too tired to fall asleep in his cabin for a while, but his current hunger and the situation in the vicinity seemed to be a nightmare, even if it was a dream. No, he could almost feel the breath of death in the breeze and the temperature of the sun shining on him, and the soldiers around him chirping and moving, if it was a dream it would be too real.

It was as if he was suspended in this world, he didn't belong to this world, but he had the slightest connection to the world that really existed around him, as if he was in a state of soul wandering in a world.

Even the soldiers didn't notice him at all, as if they were air. Huang Huang stretched out his hand to grab a person's shoulder, to his surprise, his hand clearly felt the obstruction, but only the faintest kind, the kind that he could pierce with a single force, and once he concentrated further, he could still feel the general outline of this delicate armor, everything was as if it were real.

Huang Huang found that these people seemed to be escorting someone to an important meeting. Only a third of them were armed, most carried a golden banner, and the armor was clearly polished and glittered in the sun.

Huang Huang surveyed where they were and saw that they were stationed on a small pile of sand. The hill looked like it was just a fold in the undulating earth around them. There weren't any living plants here, at least not in sight of Huang Huang, a grim-faced man directing the work. Some of the soldiers were clearly not used to the weather, and a small number of them had already passed out, and they had pitched a tent while a healer-like man was busy treating them.

A tall, broad-shouldered, white-bearded old man, apparently their leader, passed through the troops, and the soldiers consciously dispersed to make way for him. His armor was as clean and ornate as the rest of the group, except that it was a golden robe that was tied inside his breastplate. The pleated skirt, cuffs, and chest and back were all attached with powerful magic runes, some of which Huang Huang seemed to have seen in the academy, but many of them made Huang Huang feel unfamiliar. The old man's beard was almost waist-length, covering the armor underneath, and he wore a crown with five diamonds of different colors in the center. He was holding a staff decorated with gems in one hand, and a colorful stone in the other, if it weren't for the stone looking vibrant, Huang Huang would really think that the gem was exactly the same as his family's heirloom, just when Huang Huang wanted to identify it carefully, the old man suddenly seemed to point in one direction and said something, and the soldiers obviously understood what he said better than Huang Huang, and began to line up in an orderly manner.

The whitebearded commander passed by Huang Huang, and Huang Huang subconsciously got out of the way, but Huang Huang felt that this commander should be the same as the other soldiers, completely unaware of him.

But to Huang Huang's surprise, this commander noticed. His voice stopped suddenly, hesitated, and his foot that was stepping forward grabbed so hard that he almost fell on the uneven mud. He withdrew his stepping foot, turned around, and looked at Huang Huang.