(Please take a chapter off and make up for it tomorrow)

When the first rays of the morning sun shine through the snow of the jungle on the oddly shaped pot, Roland waited expectantly for the broth to boil.

Finally broke through to the second grade of black iron, and the sense of urgency in Roland's heart relaxed a little.

During the seven days of fighting, he was already scarred, and in the end, he was completely supported by one breath. After the breakthrough, Roland simply rested for a day and recuperated from his injuries.

The treatment agent slowly took effect, and the recovery speed of the second product of black iron increased greatly. In one day, Roland had already recovered, with scars on his body and mental fatigue swept away.

The next morning, Roland hit the road in good spirits.

At this time, Roland was already in the middle of the Dark Mountains, overgrown with shrubs and deep ravines. Roland carefully avoided the powerful demonic beast territory one after another, and moved slightly to the edge.

He didn't know exactly where he was now, and he didn't know much about the specifics of Asevin, even in his interactions with his teacher Wells and Uncle Austin.

Roland only knew that the southern edge of the Greenland Empire was a city-state, where the people were free and the nobility had never set foot foot. So Roland just went south along the Dark Mountains.

After walking a distance, he killed a few low-grade black iron demonic beasts that didn't have long eyes. As the sun began to tilt slightly to the west, Roland looked up into the distance, and through the sparse trees, he was surprised to find a strange castle standing quietly on the edge of a cliff not far away.

"Could it be that there are still ancient magicians living here?"

Roland was staggered, for much of the scroll he had read was documented. When the Greenland Empire did not exist, and magical organizations such as the Magic Council, the Elemental Will, and the Star Tower had not yet been established, the inheritance of mages came from noble families or between masters and apprentices.

At that time, people didn't know much about magic, and the mages who cultivated darkness and necromancy had no scruples about doing things, so many people associated dark mages and necromancers with the mortal enemies of the human race - werewolves and vampires. Under the deliberate guidance of the Templar Sect and some nobles of the bloodline knight lineage, the humans expelled and killed a large number of dark mages and necromancers, and later, even elemental mages and star warlocks were implicated.

Forced into desperation, the mages took refuge in the inaccessible dark mountains and built ancient towers of magic to practice magic here.

Later, magic organizations such as the Magic Council were established one by one, the inheritance was no longer scattered, and the mages of various departments began to walk on the continent, and people began to understand the essence of mages and began to slowly accept the existence of mages.

However, some of the expelled mages have been living in the dark mountains for many years, and their minds are gradually distorted and their tempers are strange. Instead of re-emerging from the Dark Mountains, they stayed inside the Enchanted Castle and began experimenting with evil experiments, sometimes even on the living. The legends of these evil sorcerers have been passed down in the human realm for thousands of years.

By the time Roland made his way through the jungle to the Enchanted Castle. The towering spire of the Enchanted Castle was a little broken, and a black crow stood on top of it, leisurely combing its feathers.

This is a magical castle that has been forgotten for an unknown amount of time, and the tower has been eroded by the years, like an old man who has been too old and sits silently.

Roland stepped forward, pressed his hand on the tall door of the castle carved with ancient magical relics, and pushed it open little by little.

I don't know how long this door has existed, and I don't know how many lonely days and nights it has endured, it has finally been pushed open. The Enchanted Castle, which has been forgotten for so long, has finally welcomed a visitor.

There was a creak, and the door was slowly pushed open. The sedimented dust is lifted up, and choking dust is raised. A few bats flew out of it with their wings flapped.

With a bang, Roland summoned a fireball that floated high in the air, illuminating the space around him.

The deep hall of the castle was wide and high, silent and dark, and a thick carpet that was too old to see its true color stretched from the doorway to the high staircase under the throne, and the luxury of the past could be faintly seen.

Roland stepped lightly on it, and the carpet that had been eroded by time could no longer bear its weight and flew into pieces.

He walked forward slowly, the sound of tuk-tuk footsteps striking deep and clear into Roland's heart. He climbed the steps of the hall step by step, approaching the throne. I don't know what material was used to cast the throne, and the whole body was jet black, and the dragon head and tiger head and other animal patterns were densely carved on it.

He couldn't help but look a little dazed, and he could vaguely see that the existence who didn't know how powerful it was back then, sitting on this high seat, the disciple bowed to the bottom of the steps, talking and laughing.

Roland couldn't stop sighing in his heart.

Even magicians who have always had a long lifespan cannot escape the erosion of time, and even the most powerful and strong people will eventually be able to defeat time. I didn't know how glorious it was when I was alive, but after I died, I could only hide in this dark mountain range where no one knew it, no one could know it.

What's the point of living, what's the point of becoming stronger, after all, you can't escape death, and you will be forgotten after all.

Touching the throne, Roland sighed for a while, slowly restraining the vicissitudes of his heart. These topics are not something he can figure out, and if he thinks about it forcibly, it is easy to go crazy, and it is difficult to improve his strength.

Roland bypassed the throne and stepped up the stairs to the second floor.

The walls of the staircase are faintly carved with pictures, which are not very realistic, and can only be vaguely seen from the vague behavior of the oppressive colors of the past. The future is bleak, and I don't know where the light is. Everyone shouted and beaten, and they didn't know what year they would end up.

He slowly walked forward while observing the pictures on the wall. After walking through a wall, and turning another wall, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right, this wall he clearly walked over just now, and the depiction on the wall still clearly remembered why he came to this place again the next moment.

It's illusion magic!

Roland was shocked. Actually, illusion magic is not a separate form of magic. A long time ago, mages discovered that in fact, all kinds of magic can create illusions through means. For example, fire magic deceives the other party's senses to create illusions by burning them, ice magic deceives the other party's senses to create illusions through cold breath, and constellation magic deceives the other party's senses to create illusions through the constellation phase, etc., in the final analysis, it is to use one's own elemental power to deceive the other party's senses to create illusions for the other party, and the illusion magic is successful. This also spawned mages who specialized in illusion magic, and they studied it to the extreme