The Mage's Mage Tower is his home, his sanctuary, research center, and fortress. Because of the arcane spells they studied, many mages protected their mage towers with powerful spells. The tower of a ** division may be seen from a long distance, surrounded by high walls, and the towering tower that stands is like a warrior's castle. However, many mages have designed their towers to gather arcane energy. Armies attempting to attack such a tower will find themselves attacked by arcane missiles, fire charges, and ice storms fired from the tower's walls. The boulders thrown by their trebuchets could not hurt the seemingly fragile walls of the tower. When they finally send their soldiers to attack the main entrance, demons, elementals, and various other terrifying creatures await them.

The mage is as closely related to his tower as he is to the pet. Through arcane geometry, the mage or the builder of the mage tower can create a connection between the tower and the owner of the tower, allowing the magic of the two to flow to each other and gather the surrounding magic to the mage tower. In many ways, the Mage's Tower is more of a gathering and channeling device for magical energy than a residential building. Essentially, a mage's tower is a building-level magic item. The purpose and structure of this building is to gather magic. The shape of the tower, the tall and upright structure, is designed to serve this purpose. That's why mages like to build towering mage towers.

The cost of building such an enchanted structure is staggering. This is why most mages only build a tall tower instead of an entire castle. Because most mages don't like to get involved in mundane affairs, the economy is often an important factor for mages to consider.

- Excerpt from "Guide to the Construction of the Mage's Tower", by Black Sacred Stone.

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Mogans, owner of the Tower of Ilgara. This mage was banished from Stormwind for learning demonic spells. But, puzzlingly, the Royal Mage Society did not deprive him of his staff and the right to cast spells. After many years of wandering, the mage built his own mage tower in an inaccessible valley northwest of the Red Ridge Mountains, and brought the natives of the valley under his rule, the gnolls.

The fact that he built his own mage tower alone has proven his strength. You know, a mage with its own mage tower and a mage without it can't be counted as creatures of the same plane at all.

The size of the Mage's Tower is a measure of a Master's ability, and the Master Medivan who has Karazan is a common example for almost all Mages, from Apprentices to Archmagisters. But in any case, there is no doubt that Morgans is the most powerful mage in the entire Red Ridge Mountain region.

But for Windsor and his party, this was not good news. Because it meant that they were going to face a terrifying, endless hunt of a ** master - through Van Goore's story, they had learned that this mage was a man of retribution, but this fact made them even more frightened, and the more the gnolls talked about it, and the more they learned about the strength of Morgans, the more they felt that the future was uncertain.

Diego was running through the jungle at high speed as he filled a full magazine into the magazine. Truth be told, the rifle wasn't suitable for use in jungle areas, which strengthened his determination to get a shotgun.

The pursuers had already embellished them before midnight. Even when they were running wildly, they could hear the distinctive barking of the gnolls coming from behind.

"We have to fight back, or we'll be exhausted." Masrae, in cheetah-like form, foamed at the mouth as she ran in front of him. Turning his head and shouting. There was more than one group of people chasing them, but these gnolls could take turns resting, but they couldn't.

Diego glanced back at the rumbling Wendsol, who was the hardest runner in the team. This piece of plate armor must weigh seventy or eighty pounds to say the least, and Diego felt that it was difficult for him to just walk around in this hard plate armor, let alone run with them like Windsor and toss for a day and a night.

But now, he looks like he's reaching his limit.

"I need to rest for a while." He gasped apologetically.

"Well, then, let's take a break." Diego shouted, then stood still. Everyone's clothes were soaking wet, so wet that they could almost wring out water. They were gasping for air, but Diego felt okay, and the cheetah guardian had saved him a lot of energy.

Although they soon heard the cries of the gnolls, the dense jungle slowed the pursuers' advance, and they rested for a quarter of an hour before they saw the trees sway in the distance.

The howls of the gnolls were getting closer. Diego raised his gun, aiming it at the place where the sound was coming from. However, it was no one else who jumped out of the bushes, but someone they all knew.

This is a bit of an exaggeration, after all, the appearance of the gnolls looks like they have been poured out of a mold to humans, and it is difficult to tell who they are. To be precise, Diego recognized his brass armor.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Seeing the muzzle of the black hole pointed at him, Van Gorei hurriedly turned sideways, but then he looked behind him in fear.

"There are people in the back, about forty or fifty!" He said nervously, and then looked at Diego cautiously, lest they think that he had brought these pursuers,

"Are they all gnolls?" Diego asked cautiously, but he felt that it was very inappropriate for him to say this, especially when talking to a gnoll.

"Yes, yes," Van Goray nodded busily, seeing that this human still trusted him, he thought for a moment and added, "It's not the people of the Darkskin Tribe, their complexion looks much lighter than ours. ”

"Okay, you go to the back and hide." Diego ordered, he didn't expect the gnoll to help, in fact, he didn't add to the chaos.

Fan Golei obediently ran past them, found a bush and hid.

Watching his figure disappear, Diego turned his head and listened intently to the footsteps in the distance, and then he heard the stumble of footsteps approaching him, and occasionally the roar of a wolf.

Diego had intended to evade the pursuers, but it seemed that the pursuers knew exactly where they were, and even surrounded them in a circle.

As long as there was a choice, Diego would never shoot, but to his disappointment, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally, two figures appeared in the woods where Diego was watching, and to be honest, it was really difficult for them to find their target accurately in the trees that did not even have a forest path.

Diego was hidden in the grass, and he was sure that he would not be spotted immediately, and the two gnolls who jumped out nervously bent over and touched them with rusty scimitars. They don't realize they've been discovered.

After being reminded by Van Gore, Diego noticed that the two gnolls were indeed different from the Darkskin tribe, their skin tones were lighter, and the spots on their bodies were not so bright. But that's all, unlike the moss-skinned gnolls that straddle the wetlands, Lokmodan, and Arathi Highlands, the gnolls in the Red Ridge Mountains are like a plate of loose sand, and there are more than a dozen gnolls of all sizes, and he can't remember all of them.

The two gnoll soldiers walked cautiously, and after two or three minutes had passed, they had only advanced a dozen meters, but the broken branches and blades of grass that Van Gorey had broken as he walked by bewildered them, and they looked at the trail that had disappeared into the grass in the distance. They turned around in a relaxed manner and shouted twice at the dense forest in the distance. Even if Diego struggled to understand the language of barking, howling wolves, and simple words, he could tell that they were summoning a large army from behind.

Diego remained motionless until the two gnolls approached him, when he suddenly jumped out and opened fire.

Diego didn't shoot at the two gnolls, he shot at the main gnoll force that had just emerged from the forest and appeared in his sight. As for the two gnolls, they had Wendthor and Masrae to deal with, and I believe they had rested enough.

Diego was shooting at almost as fast as he could, and now he didn't need to aim, and he could hit the dense formation of the jackals with his eyes closed.

The newly emerging gnoll was completely dumbfounded by the rain of bullets that split his head and covered his face. They were like grouse, suddenly illuminated by the lights at night, stupidly dozens of meters away, motionless. The first few gnolls at the front screamed and fell, and some finally reacted and turned around and retreated into the forest, but the people behind did not know what was happening, and they were still charging, and the two groups of people were huddled together like this, and then they were cut down by Diego like stakes.

Diego finished shooting the first magazine, still standing there, loaded the second magazine, and shot the second magazine at them with a big grin.

The gnolls finally realized that they had only one enemy, and finally mustered up the courage to rush this way, but by this time, Wendthor and Masrae, who had managed the two spearheads, had already rushed this way.

Diego pressed the third magazine and began shooting the gnolls who had overrun Wendsol and Masrae.

It was then that the gnolls finally realized that this was a windswept jungle on all sides, not a narrow alley. Some of the nimble gnolls bypassed Windsor and Masrae and attacked Diego from the flanks.

The first gnoll almost emerged from the grass beside Diego. He was taken aback, but he was not as surprised as last time, in fact, he was already mentally prepared for hand-to-hand combat, and the bayonet had already been hung under the muzzle.

Diego dodged the gnoll's lunge and stabbed his spear in his side. Since the last time he found out that he was more talented in using a bayonet than an axe, he had made up his mind to carry it forward.

The second gnoll who sprang out of the bushes was a little farther away, and the creature shook his head and spun around before he found his target. But before he could raise the stick in his hand, Diego had already taken a stride and stabbed him in the throat.

Diego pulled out his bayonet and found that more gnolls had emerged from the surrounding grass like gophers, but he was still a dozen meters away.

Diego slammed and struck the nearest gnoll brute. The brute came out of the bushes, and as soon as he turned to face him, he was beaten in the face.

He fired a few more shots and knocked over a couple of hapless guys. The gnolls had rushed too close. He didn't even have to aim to hit, but at this moment, with the sound of the empty warehouse hanging up, the empty magazine jumped out with a clang.

"Cover me, I'm out of bullets!" Diego yelled, then immediately turned and ran two steps back.

He saw Windsol slash the gnolls in front of him to the ground with a single sword, and rushed towards him when he heard the news.

"Get out of the way, Diego!" The marshal shouted. He didn't seem to have any intention of slowing down, in fact, if he did, he wouldn't be able to charge faster until he collided with the Gnoll.

Diego had no choice but to pounce to the side, and between the pine trees on both sides were shrubs with spikes on their branches, but Diego had no choice but to take a big stride, leap, and then fall heavily into the thorny bushes.

After landing on the ground, Diego, who felt a tingling pain all over his body, snorted, and his eyes almost burst out, and at that moment, he didn't know how many thorns pierced into his skin. At that moment, Diego felt very envious of the jackal's furry hard wolf skin, but he didn't intend to get up immediately, but just lay in the bushes, quickly changing magazines, and looking warily ahead.

But no one pounced, and it seemed that the gnolls were stopped by the reinforcement Windsor.

He loaded his bullet and got up from the ground, where he saw Windsor with his sword in hand, hunched over, gasping for air. Around him, the corpses of five or six gnolls lay on the ground.

"Masrae, how are you doing over there?" He shouted in a low voice, it was always like this in the jungle, maybe not far away, but they couldn't see each other.

"I'm fine." As soon as he finished speaking, a huge brown bear crashed out from behind an old oak tree the size of a water tank, which was only about a dozen paces away from him. Beneath the claws hangs a tattered gnoll corpse.

"Wow, that's a big hedgehog!" Seeing Diego's tragic situation, he said with some schadenfreude.

"Die!" Diego said angrily, but he didn't dare to move—there were too many thorns on his body, some of which had long branches, and the spikes that pierced the flesh hurt when he moved. Wendsol, who was closest to him, finally relented and reached out to help him pull out the thorn that had pierced his body. But his plate gloves were so bulky that his thick fingers couldn't even pinch those fine thorns, and he didn't pull out a few of them after a long day's work, but he grinned at them. In the end, the Night Elf came running and turned into a human form and dragged the spikes off his body.

"Where's Van Gore?" It was then that Diego remembered that there seemed to be another gnolls who were in his own group. He looked around, but the woods were too dense for him to see far.

"Who knows, maybe dead?" Windsor said nonchalantly, to be honest, he was very unkind to this strange gnoll, and he didn't care about his life or death at all.

"Hey, where am I?" As if in reply, a barking voice shouted in the distance. They looked up and saw Van Gore, the Gnoll, riding on a Gnoll brute, stabbing with a short knife. The gnoll had already been stabbed in the chest, and it had collapsed.

"Okay, well, he's dead." Even Masrae couldn't stand it anymore, and he walked over and slapped Van Goreh aside.

The former gnoll leader gasped for breath and his face was covered in blood, and he walked to the side, picked up his greatsword, and was a little stunned.

"Well done." Diego walked over and said appreciatively.

"They're my kind, after all." Van Goray said gloomily, but he did not seem to be dissatisfied, in fact, it was not uncommon for jackals to kill each other, and every winter, many old and sick, sick and disabled people were killed and stored as food for the winter.

Diego didn't know what to say for a while. They sat on the ground resting tiredly against the tree, and everyone knew that this precious rest time was rare, and that at any time the gnoll pursuers would catch up again. What's more, these gnolls are more like cannon fodder, more like harassing troops that deliberately exhaust them, and the mage who has not yet appeared is the deadliest, like a boulder weighing on their hearts, making people panic all day long.

But at that moment, Masrae, who had been sitting on the ground, suddenly stood up from the ground and tilted his head sideways to listen to something.

But before he could hear anything, a group of gnolls rushed out silently behind them, without barking or shouting.

"Enemy attack!" Windthor shouted, and he was the first to meet him with his shield.