Before going to meet Atlas, Gordon also asks the big guy about Melenes' injuries, but unfortunately, there is no information in the library that can undo the spells on her body. Although he was helpless about this situation, Gordon could only try his best to keep Melenes' injury from worsening, and then find another way.

However, Miss Succubus's situation is not optimistic, and during the time Gordon talks to the big guy, she has fallen into a semi-comatose state, and her consciousness is gradually blurred.

Gordon continued to use Tammyssen's floatation disc with Melenes, following behind the big guys, towards the back of the library, into the depths of the Temple of Truth.

At this time, the battle between the two dragonborn legions in the sky was nearing its end. After a short-lived, but extremely intense battle, the two sides quickly separated, and then invariably chose the same plan: the whole army landed and captured the entire floating city from the ground.

After all, the ground of the city, covered with buildings and various plants, is more suitable for combat than an unsheltered sky.

It wasn't just the advance troops of both sides that began to gradually land in the floating city, and then immediately built fortifications without stopping. Follow-up reinforcements from both legions also poured in from below the city.

It seems that both the Golden Dragon Loloados and the Red Dragon Titanis regard this floating city as a strategic resource that needs to be fought for the most and can determine the outcome of the war.

This is not a good thing for Gordon. If the fighting between the two sides becomes more fierce and escalates, it will eventually cause irreparable damage to the city, and even repeat the mistakes of Seanzu, which will be completely destroyed. Gordon had come to regard the floating city as his property. How can outsiders be allowed to come and destroy it?

To end the protracted two Dragonborn legions. As if the war never ends, I am afraid there is only one option: to join one side or the other. and assist it in defeating the other side completely. No, Gordon will definitely see the Golden Dragon Loloados as a potential ally, but he doesn't seem to have enough weight right now to be a heavyweight bargaining chip to change the balance of power between the two sides.

Walking along a long corridor with a complex structure, Gordon occasionally heard the noise of battle in the distance. The battle between the two Dragonborn legions, as it continued from the sky to the ground, tended to intensify. Today, the control areas of the two sides are still in a state of point distribution, but with the passage of time, a relatively stable front will also be formed. It wasn't a good thing for Gordon, who wanted to move around the city.

Of course, compared to such a trivial matter, Gordon was more worried about Miss Ji'er, who was separated from him. Gordon had something to do for the time being, so he didn't make contact with the Golden Dragon's legion. But for Ji'er, if she is smart, she should join the Golden Dragon's legion as soon as possible. After all, the Ferredons are also the descendants of the metal dragonborn line of the Akhorsia Empire, and the two sides are close to each other, and Ji'er, who is alone, can also be sheltered.

Now in this floating city. In addition to the Red Dragon Legion, there are also Northumbrårds whose whereabouts are temporarily unknown, and even the protection system of the Floating City itself, because it is under the control of the little guy. Also an adversary. Those powerful golems that are accused by them are not miscellaneous fish that can be ignored casually. Even Gordon, in the chaos of the city today. I don't dare to say that it is absolutely safe, for the eldest lady of the Phoenix family. It's enough to choke.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you worry about it other than reduce your focus. And it didn't work. Let's think about how to solve the problem at hand......" Gordon shook his head, regaining his composure.

Soon after, in silence, he finally followed the big guy to the first floor of the mage tower.

"This kind of stone ......" Gordon subconsciously touched the outer wall of this mage tower because of his professional habits. Compared with the weather-beaten rough appearance, the wall of the tower feels surprisingly delicate and smooth, as if it is caressing a piece of jade. What surprised Gordon even more was that he didn't even know the stone used to build this mage tower, but as long as he concentrated a little, he could feel the arcane energy circulating in this building.

"Such a brilliant architectural design...... Such a strange building material......" Gordon sighed to himself, "If you meditate in this mage tower, I don't know how many times the efficiency will be increased compared to the ordinary mage tower......"

Sure enough, the knowledge that the Magic Empire of Netherduran had long since lost in the Fourth Age was not comparable to the fragments that the current spellcasters possessed.

The big man raised his hand and pushed it, and the gate of the mage tower, which was carved with a human face of golden sun and silver moon, slowly opened. In the midst of that rumbling sound, Gordon smelled an old smell coming over his face. It seems that this mage tower has not been opened for many years.

"Atlas, I've found an Arcanist." After the big man finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back. For the administrator of the floating city, it is still facing a very big challenge, and it needs to protect the city as much as possible from the melee between the two dragonborn legions. However, it does not have any defense in its hands, and the task is daunting.

Gordon led Melenes into the Mage's Tower, and the door slowly closed again. Plunged into darkness, Gordon was about to use illumination, but the tower was illuminated by a soft, bright source of magic hair.

The first floor of the Mage Tower is a rotunda that is largely empty except for two staircases leading upstairs and downstairs respectively. This is also the typical layout of most mage towers. In this environment, where there was not even a small object, only smooth walls with no decorative paintings, Gordon could only wait in boredom.

Fortunately, this wait did not last long, and countless pale cyan magical spirit threads suddenly seeped out from the floor, and finally outlined and converged into a spirit humanoid creature.

It wears a very popular mage robe among the Arcanists of Nether, and wears a square mage hat, which belongs to the authentic clothing style of the late Third Age, and its facial features are upright, even if it is only made of energy, it can show a wise and agile bearing.

Without a doubt, it's Heterass. Oshte's consciousness is spiritual.

It's just that Gordon faintly feels in his heart that the other party does not seem to look like a simple copy of memory and personality, but a being with more autonomy and agency.

"Hello, Mage, although I don't know who you are or what you are capable of, but for now, you are my only choice." Said a consciousness psychic named Atlas. (To be continued......)