About 27,000 years ago, the desert was not a barren desert today, on the contrary, 10,000 years ago it was full of green grass and flowers, and glacial meltwater from the Howth Mountains always brought life to any plain at the foot of the mountain.

In this secluded prairie stands the towering Mage's Tower, where a powerful legendary spellcaster resides in a beautiful minaret painted with brilliant runes.

"Evoker" Abido Dahak, a legendary powerhouse who has just risen through the ranks, has built his own tower to study in this uncontested place, and his research subject is an important skill that spellcasters must have - alchemy!

Abido is not a spellcaster who is good at alchemy, in fact, although this guy is a mage who has advanced to the legend, but the luck component of his promotion to the legend accounts for at least seventy percent or more, just like the "title" he himself takes, the spell he is good at is a summoning spell......

No, it should be ...... to be precise. He can only use summoning spells.

Ebido is a summoning specialization legendary mage!

As a thorough combat traveling mage, Abido has eaten too much "specialization" along the way to the legend and has suffered too much "specialization" losses, not to mention anything else, the consequence of not understanding any alchemy spells is to make him poor all the way, until the time of advancing to legend, this powerful spellcaster still owes a large amount of money to at least several kingdoms.

After eating enough of the spells of other factions, and finally advancing to the legend and getting safe and exempted from the debt crisis (who dares to find a legendary mage to ask for debts?), Abido "borrowed" some resources from several familiar kingdoms at the first time and came to this "wild desert" that is still a green grassland.

Abido wanted to learn alchemy spells seriously, at least he felt that the alchemy level of a legendary mage could not even be compared to his own master apprentice, besides, he Ebido was also a "wise spellcaster" who advocated knowledge and wisdom, and the "violent maniac" who had been called for thousands of years did not meet his expected image of himself.

So, after hurriedly reading the basic "borrowed" alchemy spell book, the impatient Abido did not hesitate to start practicing the operation.

"I'm a legendary mage, and I've been promoted to a legend, so what's so difficult about a little alchemy technique?"

With this in mind, Abido began to work with a pile of alchemical residues that were similar to "scrap".

He first manipulated a large number of alchemy tools slowly, then clumsily painted rough energy lines on his works, and finally, Abido, who was already sweating profusely with the progress of alchemy, broke the jar and personally set the core program for the virtual soul.

In the end, after a series of alchemy experiments by this crappy mage, a magical crow that was placed in the legendary alchemy creation level and was useless except for looking good.

Abido, a mage who has rushed to the legend like a berserker all the way, is not suitable for the delicate work of alchemy spells, and his "alchemy" is just a successful completion of a bunch of magic "residues" that barely reach the legendary level into magical "wastes" that can't even reach the legendary level, in addition to his virtual soul programming, he has also succeeded in turning the excellent character of "obedient, careful and intelligent" into a "timid, cowardly, and lacking strings" funny character.

So far, the work of Magic Raven Vector has been completely scrapped in the hands of Abido.

The direct combat power of this alchemy creation has just reached the official level, and the barely solidified spell "Direction Interference" is only a low-level legendary-level spell, and if this kind of thing is taken out, it is simply a loss of face for a legendary mage, even Abido's apprentice can't praise "Vector" as a successful work against his will.

As a result, the magic crow vector was thrown into Abido's "tattered storage warehouse" as a "scrap" - even if he didn't want to admit it, the vector was still the first alchemy work in Abido's long life, even if Abido didn't even give a name at that time, it was still a vector in the "nameless" state, but in line with the idea of "more or less a commemoration", Abido finally resisted the urge to throw this scrap directly into the incinerator.

In this way, as a "nameless" scrapped product, Vector spent thousands of years in the dilapidated warehouse that Abidor used to store "souvenirs", and he was accompanied only by piles of tattered souvenirs that even Abido himself did not remember.

Abido has lived too long as a legendary mage with a bit of "obsessive-compulsive disorder", and his pile of souvenirs has been piled up so that he can't even put it in the warehouse, so that one day later, Abido, who is determined to quit "obsessive-compulsive disorder", almost "cleaned up" the vector when cleaning up the warehouse with a handful of snot and tears.

And then ...... There was nothing to follow.

Vector who has been staying in the warehouse doesn't know what happened next, maybe Abido's enemies came to the door? Maybe Abido's violent maniac's experiment went wrong!

Anyway, according to Vector's recollections, he just suddenly felt a violent vibration one day, and then the entire minaret suddenly sank into the earth along with this "dilapidated warehouse".

Vector estimation was at that time, with an accident in the residence of a legendary spellcaster, the entire verdant grassland was turned into a completely barren desert overnight, the thick yellow sand buried all the traces that originally belonged to the grassland, and the rapidly rising sand dunes sealed the lost spire forever underground.

No one knows the whereabouts of the legendary mage Abido, and what happened in the 10,000 years that the yellow sand completely covered this world is not something that Vector can understand.

In fact, for the magic crow, as long as the "dilapidated warehouse" he lives in is not destroyed, then it doesn't matter what happens to the spire outside, and it can't open the magic circle on the magic warehouse anyway.

For 20,000 years, this small warehouse was the whole world for the magical crows who had developed the habit of talking to themselves, and most of the time it actively fell into a deep sleep to avoid loneliness - although this somewhat similar state of life to death would make Vector feel terrified in his heart.

The virtual soul of the vector can support its survival for 70,000 years, originally the magic crow thought that it was destined to live in that dimly lit warehouse until death, after all, too long time has passed, history must have long forgotten this legendary mage's minaret, theoretically no one will explore this buried ruin, and no one will reach this warehouse to release the vector......

This state of dead silence did last for a long, long time, until one day...... It was the middle of the hottest solar season, and a pale blue glow suddenly illuminated the year-round gray "dilapidated storeroom".

Then, Vector met the first "boss" he was destined for.

Vector clearly remembers that it was a master mage with a somewhat handsome young face, and the spellcaster who greeted him with a smile and a generous self-introduction at that time politely:

"Hello, are you the keeper of this spire? My name is Thorsend-Jace, and it's a pleasure to meet you!"