"Mage Tower?" said the hired man, Foreman Bandek, who was unresponsive to this, his thoughts on other things, such as whether his surroundings were safe and whether his injured companion could continue to hold on.

"No, it's a treasure waiting to be discovered. Princeteen was overjoyed, and if it weren't for the fear that his reckless actions might provoke the tower's defenses, he would have been the first to rush forward.

More and more workers came out of the tunnels, and soon they sat on the ground one after another, as if they had put down the burden on their shoulders, and some simply lay down, unwilling to move no matter how others pushed them.

Arriving at the destination, the fresh breath of the whistling mountain breeze, mixed with the frost and biting chill of the ice and snow, Aldrich Triss felt more pleasant than ever, and the accumulated pressure in his heart suddenly disappeared.

After successfully escaping from the Snake Mine Cave, which has turned into a huge tomb, and coming to the strange cold mountain, he wants to return to Eastwood City immediately, but he has abandoned this group of wounded refugees in the barren mountains and mountains to fend for himself, he does not have the cold heart of stone.

The virtuous knight turned his head to care for the wounded, and after careful and patient examination, their injuries not only did not improve, but worsened, and the 'long' journey with no end in sight consumed a great deal of energy, but the hired men, with the tenacity and hardship honed by digging at the bottom of the dimly lit cavern, silently endured until the end, and no one was left behind.

Unable to bear the temptation of the Mage Tower, he originally planned to encourage the Knight of Tris to explore the way, but he insisted on treating the injuries of the hirers, and Princein was not able to urge him in person, revealing his true colors of ruthlessness and greed and selfishness, so he had to set off again alone.

Using the last flame gem, this time he didn't even bring the foreman of the hired man, and walked directly to the tower hidden in the shadows in front of him, Deco wanted to go with him, but the brothers still lacked a backbone, so they led their able-bodied partners to take care of them.

Aldrich was relieved that someone had taken over his work, and took the opportunity to scan his surroundings with the faint light, and found that the group was in a naturally formed ravine and fissure, but the nearby ground seemed to be artificially tidyed, shoveling the rugged rocks and covering them with fine gravel.

Unconsciously reaching out and grabbing them, holding them tightly and slowly crushing, trembling, and listening intently, Tris, with the spirituality of a virtuous knight, was keenly aware of these charred black sand, hiding a subtle smell of decay, and those burnt appearances were not naturally formed, but born in the furnace of blood and fire.

'This was once a battlefield, or rather a spellcaster's war, though it's not traceable. I have a vague impression that it was probably the end of the old era, the most chaotic era. ’

The stars of the sky fell like a rain of cataclysm, the statues of the gods dimmed, the pillars of the temples that had lost their support collapsed, and the casters used up their sources to transform into ordinary people, and the wealth they had accumulated aroused the covetousness of kings, nobles, and commoners. No matter how inscrutable the caster's wisdom is without a powerful spell, a single blade can end their life.

The once-high group of mages crumbled overnight, and the mortals who had lost their faith attacked each other without hesitation, peering into the wealth and collections of their spellcasters, swarming up to flood one mage tower after another, eliminating the few alternatives located between the treacherous mountains and valleys, most of which depleted the savings of the elemental pools, and eventually collapsed due to the lack of outside replenishment.

With the exception of a handful of guards who remain loyal to the caster, most of the Mage Tower's guards choose to strike back. The most detrimental to the pretender is that he doesn't think too much about it, and only listens to the caster's own structure and various minions, as well as the product of the extension of the tentacles of will, the tower spirit of the mage tower.

Especially when the caster dies, Taling, who is completely dominated by revenge, takes over the battle, using the tactics of burning jade, and simply takes the original protective design to the extreme.

The short-sighted mortal has destroyed the thousand-year-old spell-casting civilization, and a new chapter has been opened in the history that once shone brightly, but the last page is full of scorch marks of war, and the veins are like withered black roses.

Perhaps there are a few inaccessible places that have been overlooked by the greedy lawbreakers, such as the tall tower in front of you, which seems to move directly, sinking to the bottom of the ravine on its own, hiding from the search of mortals. The proximity of the present has caused some long-term visioners to ignore the past, consciously or unconsciously. ’

Wait a minute, does this mean that the tower not far away is not a ruin, but an avenger who has actively entered a deep sleep, waiting for the right time to wake up. It's not good, I'm going to stop Princeine. ’

Aldrich snorted to his feet, stepped past the handle of the iron pickaxe inlaid with the flame gems, and pursued the 'long-sighted' guide to tell him this belated advice as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, Triss only reacted now, and it was a little too late, and Princeteen was already in a small trouble, and he couldn't extricate himself from his feet of mud.

"Quicksand! There's quicksand, don't come, don't come. ”

Hearing heavy footsteps behind him, Princeteen didn't have to turn his head to know who it was, he held the Flame Gem aloft, the knee-length sand still flowing in the light of the dancing fire.

Aldrich squinted at the young guide and the quicksand trap beneath his feet, and Princesteen's place was filled with an ominous black aura, like stepping on the face of a hideous ghost, opening his bloody mouth to vent the bitterness and resentment that had accumulated for a century.

"Knight Tris, please don't come here, or you'll be in the same trouble as I am. ”

When the birds that steal the ears of wheat are about to die, the chirping is full of sorrow that makes the peasants sob, and when the wicked villain is about to die, the words that come out will also show kindness.

"Princeine, 'wise' Prince, it's rare that you, who have always harbored ill will ever be malicious to me, would also speak a word of caution. ”

"Get out of here, I reckon there are other quicksand traps hiding near the tower, and there are quite a few of them. "When the young guide made his way with his life, and was about to give his precious life, he only hoped to be remembered as a morally perfect man, including Aldrich Tris, who, after all, was a knight and might spread his fame to high society.

'Oh! I don't think my reputation will be much better than the fact that I am one of the leaders of the Snake Mine, and I am afraid that my name and scribbled portrait will be on the list of wanted criminals posted on the notice board in the near future, and if I do not die in the quicksand trap, I will sooner or later be beheaded by bounty hunters and adventurers. ’

While Princeteen was feeling sorry for himself, Aldrich was not idle, he took off his coarse cloth coat, quickly tore long strips of cloth, kneaded them finely, and then connected them with dead knots to form a life-saving rope.

"I'm a person who won't give up hope until the last minute. Princeine, even without your heartfelt words and shining conscience, I would have saved you from the quicksand trap. After all, I'm a knight, maybe a dull knight. ”

Triss casually tied a slipknot ferrule at the front end of the 'rope', and then threw it directly in the right direction, and a strange mountain wind blew, unexpectedly blowing it off a little, and landed within Prince's reach.

With hope of survival looming, the 'wise' guide forgot his previous intention of remaining motionless and slowing down, and bent down to pick up the lasso.

"Don't move!"

Aldrich's reminder was still ringing in his ears, and Princeteen immediately realized his mistake, and just as he tried to stand up straight, the quicksand sank faster than the prey's struggle, and suddenly reached the base of his leg below his knee.

A whimpering wail lingered in the guide's throat, and Princeine blamed himself, his cold and selfish inability to admit his mistakes, and soon turned into resentment towards Tris, blaming the knight for not seducing him with the hope of escaping life, but not doing everything in his power to save him.

As a trained knight, I didn't succeed in even a simple tactical move of throwing a rope, and it was clearly a deliberate attempt to tease me standing on a cliff into a volcano full of poisonous lava. Damn, none of the knights are good people, and I'm not fooled anymore. ’

Filled with resentment, Princeteen didn't even notice the strange wind that had just passed by him, and even if he knew that it wasn't Aldrich's fault, he would have put all the blame on him.

The Knight of Tris withdrew his life-saving rope and tried to throw it in other directions, but it was all accurate, except for the area where the guide was located, which seemed to be a naturally formed eye of the storm, or a deliberately arranged chain of traps.

"Strange, really weird. Princeine, I'm afraid you've fallen into not just one trap, but two weird ones. A terrible double trap, and the second one seems a little weird and not naturally formed. ”

With that, Aldridge made a V gesture with his right hand, and he wanted to use this victory declaration to boost Prince's confidence, including himself.

The young guide didn't bother to pay attention to him, and snorted in his nose, showing no intention of gratitude, and a look of willingness to admit defeat and die.

"In fact, rope throwing is the same as archery, in addition to the head and gestures, you also have to consider the wind direction, wind speed, abnormal air flow and other external accidental factors. I missed last time, but I've learned my lesson. Wait a moment, Princeine, I'm going to save you from this terrible double trap. ”

Aldrich held the end of the rope in his left hand and wrapped it around the back of his hand several times, and with his right hand grasped the tip of the slipknot, constantly rotating and increasing the speed until it became round in mid-air and made a squealing sound.

"Go!"

The lasso landed on the left side of Princeine's front, and there was no doubt that it was too strong, and the header and the hit were missing, and the young guide's resentment towards Knight Tris grew a point, and he wanted to bite off his wrist.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a strange breeze blew, and the lasso that was about to hit the ground echoed and was about to fall on Prince's head.

The guide was overjoyed, and waited for the rope to fall, but the strange wind swirled spiritually and blew the rope a little off.

"Seize the opportunity! Princeton, with the 'torch' in your right hand, believe me, it's just enough, I've even taken that into account. ”

'Who will listen to your domineering orders!'

Thinking so, but the body's instinct to survive still made Princeteen retract his hands, and even simply turned slightly sideways, extending the length of his 'right hand' holding the wooden staff.

"Poof!" the lasso went over the top of the flame gem and landed directly on the guide's shoulder, who hurriedly grabbed the life-saving rope and put both hands through it, placing it under his armpits, and then tightening the slipknot with all his might.

"Hey, man, well done, we've done a great thing together. Prince's face was full of smiles.

"You saved my life!"