Twenty days later, Wren took the two Bruz brothers and a team of mercenaries to the [Leonis] of the United Empire of Rice Eagles. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When he was in the Rongen Empire, the Eighth Master told him before he left that Master Uluru of [Leonis State] would be able to contact the Eighth Master.

It was actually quite easy to find the residence of Master Uluru, as he was a red-robed wizard sage of the United Empire of Rice Eagles, a master of the realm above the Great Magus.

Her magic tower is ninety-nine stories high, making it the tallest building in the entire United Empire of the Rice Eagle.

Along the way, Wren inquired about Master Uluru's various information, and knew that this red-robed sage rarely left his magic tower.

To request to see the red-robed sage, she needs to climb to the top of Master Uluru's magic tower, and she usually lives on it.

Wren was now standing under Master Uluru's tower, looking up at the majesty and oppression in his eyes.

The magic tower stood tall like a giant, and he could not stand no matter how the wind raged in the heights.

Ninety-nine floors!

Wren looked at his cane, the injury on his foot was not completely healed, and it was a great test to climb to the top.

Seeing that Wren was about to climb the tower, the Bruz brothers hurriedly walked over to help Wren, but Wren stretched out his hand to stop him: "No, you can wait for me here." I can go up myself. ”

Master Uluru's magic tower is open to all, and is not guarded or guarded by any kind.

Wren walked to one of the entrances under the tower, leaned against the ivy-wrapped stone wall, and realized that the magic tower was actually warm.

It's like the tower is alive, and you can feel his body temperature when you touch it.

This gave Wren the illusion that this tower breathes!

The base of the magic tower is wide enough that thousands of people can climb the tower at the same time.

Wren withdrew his hand and looked at the visitors who were coming and going, so he slowly pestled his cane and began to follow them up the tower.

The spiral stone staircase of the tower is very wide, and it can go up to 10 people side by side, and there are many tourists, but it is not particularly crowded.

Each floor of the Magic Tower has a different purpose, some are libraries, some are laboratories, and some are array pavilions.

There are even breeding and planting floors such as an aquarium, a reptile house, and a plant house.

Order on these levels is maintained by low-level mages and magic apprentices.

As Rennes climbs higher the floors, there are fewer and fewer tourists around, and the stone stairs and floors become quieter.

It is calculated that he has climbed to the thirtieth floor, and originally every time he ascends the fourth or fifth floor, Wren will stop to rest.

Now every time he went up to the floor, he was so tired that he quickly stopped to rest.

Every time he took a break, he would unconsciously go to the wall, because he was surprised by the temperature from above.

The higher the tower goes, the warmer the walls become.

However, this change in temperature is very small, and only a slight change will be found in each five or six layers, and this change is indeed distinguishable from Wren.

That's why he subconsciously touched it every time he stopped.

There are also sixty-nine floors!

Wren kept in mind the number of floors remaining, it was a stressful number, and the higher he climbed, the more pressure he felt.

Not only is the foot sore, but the muscles are pulled and hurt from the bite of the tiger shark.

Wren took off his black gown and hung it in the crook of his cane-holding arm, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his other hand.

"Well, I should have considered the situation, and I really shouldn't have come up in a dress. ”

After a small complaint in his heart, Wren changed the black dress to the other hand, gritted his teeth and continued to climb up.

......

Crawling and crawling, Wren's mind began to lose track of numbers.

Climbing up this way, he couldn't concentrate on counting, and he would always say inexplicably in his heart: "Forget it, I can only go here." Let's go down......"

If you're a tourist, Wren reckons he's already starting to return.

But he didn't come up for sightseeing, he wanted to find Master Ululu to contact the eighth master.

"Huh~ How many floors is this?Seventy-three or seventy-four?" Wren finally stopped.

He gasped for breath as he looked at the unmarked floor, where if he forgot the number, he had to ask someone.

But he hadn't seen any visitors going up and down for more than ten minutes, and now he didn't care how many floors he had reached.

It's almost the top anyway.

Wren wiped his sweat and touched the wall again, it was slightly hot!

It's not just the walls of the tower that are getting hot, but the air is getting hotter.

Although he was at a height of several hundred meters, Wren walked in it as if he was in the middle of a desert.

Looking at the stone windows on the walls, there are many light and ventilation windows, but there is not even a little wind.

"It's so tired, I need to take a break...... Whew~"

Wren was too tired to think about whether it was elegant or not, so he sat down on the slightly hot steps to rest.

He put his cane and clothes beside him, and gave his free hands a rubbing massage to his numb feet.

When he regained sensation in his foot, the tearing sensation from the leg injury made him grin and inhale.

"Isn't Master Uluru tired from living so high?" Carefully rubbing the muscles near the injury, Wren once again swelled up in his heart.

But then he found the answer on his own again: "No wonder the master usually doesn't go out of the tower very much." ”

After feeling that his leg injury had stabilized, Wren forced himself to stop resting on the ground.

With the help of walls and crutches, he held his breath to get himself up.

When he stood up, he exhaled his breath and said to himself, "Okay!

......

It is estimated that when he climbed to the eighty-ninth or ninetieth floor, Wren found that the air was already unbearably hot.

His throat was already smoking, and he didn't drink a sip of water after climbing so high.

It was a real mistake, he didn't have a water bladder or anything like that.

In fact, he had already discovered this mistake very early, and he never forgot it along the way, and even regretted it a little and wanted to go back.

But each time he resisted his thirst and encouraged himself to go further up, and perhaps find a tourist with water.

A well-meaning tourist shared a piece of water with him, which has allowed him to continue to climb until now.

It's been a long time since I've seen other tourists, and he hasn't drunk water for a long time.

He was so thirsty that he wanted to give up, but he had come so far, and there was not much difference between going up and going down.

He swallowed dryly, and looked up at the stone staircase upward, his eyes hallucinating, and the way up seemed to turn into a giant mouth of a lava monster.

"Hmph, it's much hotter than you are at sea. Wren looked at the monster with contempt, and the illusion disappeared suddenly, and it was still the monotonous stone staircase.

The material of the walls is the same as that of the stone staircase, and it is always uncomfortable to look at the two together for a long time.

Wren shook his head and continued to climb up.

The last few floors...... The last few floors...... It's almost there!

Wren was already so hot that his consciousness was a little blurred, and he silently recited the words "It's almost there!" with every step he took in his heart.

But the stone staircase in front of me didn't look the same, it was still the same color, it was still the same material.

Even the windows on the walls have not changed.

Wren wondered if there was a portal that had been passed down to him after he had climbed up a floor.

It just goes on and on, and it seems that I have climbed dozens of floors, but in fact I have been going back and forth on the same floor.

"How many layers are left?" Wren's blank mind began to focus on the question again.

"Is it the ninety-third floor or the ninety-fourth floor?" he couldn't tell which floor he was on.

"It's hot!" Wren tried to speak, but his throat was so dry that he could only gasp.

"Is there it?!" Wren's feet became very heavy, as if he had been tied to a thousand boulders.

Wren felt that he was not lifting his foot, but using all his strength to pry his foot, pry it up and slowly move it to the next step.

"Alright!

For some reason, just one step up the stairs would make Wren feel extremely excited.

If it weren't for the terrible pain in his throat, he would have felt the urge to roar.

But to get to the next level, he still needs to climb the tenth level, and he thinks it should be the top level.

But the ten levels seemed very far away, as if they were thousands of meters away.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on!" Wren subconsciously cheered himself up, and his heart became more and more convinced that if he went up, he would go to the top.

His feet seemed to be lighter, and he staggered and almost fell, but fortunately he was supported by his cane and did not roll backwards.

Hurry up!

Wren urged himself, and the only thing his consciousness could do was push desperately.

In his own heart, he wanted to fly there all at once, but his legs and feet were almost out of order.

Since you can't climb with your feet, you can simply climb up with your hands!

Wren struggled to bend over, and seeing that he was not far from the stairs, he let go of his crutches and fell to the ground.

"It's hot!"

Wren pulled his hand away, only to find that his face was still against the hot floor, and hurriedly supported his upper body with his elbows.

How difficult it was to climb the stone staircase with one step on his elbow, but Wren would not give up.

I firmly believed that I would be able to reach the top after climbing the last few steps, and I climbed hard in my hands.

......

In just ten steps, Wren climbed for nearly ten minutes, and finally climbed to the top.

Wren was about to get up from the ground, only to find that it wasn't the top floor.

The stone staircase is still spreading upwards, and there is still a floor above!

"Oh my God, damn it!" Wren was lying on the ground and was no longer able to breathe, he wanted to clench his fists and pound the ground in pain.

But he just raised his hand and put it down weakly like a baby.

"You've got it, young man. An old woman's gentle voice rang in Wren's ears.