The front of the cave grew brighter and brighter, and the light of the sky came in through it. The flames on the torches swelled suddenly, greedily devouring the fresh air.

A young man in a snow-white military uniform threw the torch in his hand into the dark cave behind him, several low-level reptilian dragons dodged the flames in a panic, and the roegutans barked in the dark, and the green sè's eyes penetrated the cave, revealing strong unwillingness.

The ground at the entrance of the cave was very slippery, with ice and water, and the young soldier crawled out of the hole with his hands and feet, and pulled out of the hole a gray-haired magician, followed by a small group of young men who also wore white sè military uniforms, and more than 10 middle-aged magicians.

"Thank you very much, Captain Lake Haber, if it weren't for you, my old man wouldn't have been able to get out of this trial cave. ”

The old magician dusted off his neutral magic robe and thanked the young soldier.

"Your Excellency, Grand Magician, you're welcome. "Rick, who is not good at words. A slight humble smile appeared on Haber's lips.

It is a huge valley with snow-capped walls and grounds, and in the middle of the valley a tall straight tower of gray and white sè pierces into the sky.

Is this the legendary Ice Mage's Sanctuary, the Tower of Ice Begging? Could this be the place where all Ice Magi finally challenge their limits to become Magisters?

The archmage flicked his fingers and unleashed a levitation spell, then the wind magic, and his body flew towards the Begging Tower. Lake. Haber and his soldiers creaked through the knee-long snow to the front of the tower.

"Send you a thousand miles, and there will be a farewell. Captain Lake Haber, I'm going in. I hope I will have the opportunity to see all of you in this life. The old magician's expression darkened - out of ten archmages who challenged the limits of the Begging Tower, at most only one of them could come out and become a magus with his own realm. Even the great magician, who has made magic his lifelong dedication, feels a little depressed at this time.

"The god of creation, the jīng spirit envoy who created the ice and snow, unleash your magic and summon the dragon of ice and snow......" The crystal of the magic wand blue sè was filled with the fluctuation of the magic jīng spirit with the loud chant of the old magician, and suddenly the goose feathers and snow flew in the sky, and the air was qualitized in the air with snowflakes, and a proud silver sè flying dragon materialized from nothing in the air, it adhered to the will of the great magician, and roared to the silver gate of the begging tower, the huge dragon claws struggled to pull the door latch, the wings vibrated in the air, and the door was squeaked open.

No one expected that the swift wind roared out of the tower, forming twisted whirlpools one after another, sucking everything in front of the tower into the tower. The Great Magician's weak body couldn't be lower than Gangfeng at all, and he was caught up in the tower before he even had time to shout. The whirlwind raged through the valley, devouring everything in sight.

"Get down—get down—hand in hand—" Ryker Harbour cried hoarsely in the storm.

"Ahh

Lake Harber shook the snow off his head and got up from the ground. A soldier was swept against the mountain wall in a twisted whirlwind, red blood sprayed all over the sky. Several of the magicians were apparently wounded as well.

Ryker Harber lay flat on the snow, drew his sword, and slammed the snow behind him, using his body as a giant sleigh, and quickly approached the gate of the Begging Tower. He approached the side of the door in the wind, stood up with his head bowed, and tried to push the door shut—and at this point, several gusts of wind quickly returned to the cave with his prey.

As the door tightened close, Ryker Haber turned his sword sideways and plunged through one end of the door, towards the tower. Suddenly, another gust of wind howled, and before Lake Harbour could let out a loud roar, he was swept into the Tower of Begging by the wind.

The wind stopped, the door shut, and his black sword was firmly clasped against it.

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