At the same time that Wren made the declaration of the death house in his heart, about two kilometers away from him, a pair of dragon eyes stared at his seemingly small but infinitely elevated 'majestic figure'.

I didn't see the death of the colored prince with my own eyes, but I witnessed how the [Shadow Walker] was slowly cut off by the torture of a small knife and a big tree, and the fairy dragon Anna Dehya was cold all over her body, and her whole body trembled, and even the scales made a clattering sound due to the slight trembling.

"It's horrible! Is this the ferocity of the ancient gods of the Outlands? If you don't make a move, you will definitely kill the dragon if you make a move. Could it be that the dragons are going to end at his hands? Those fools in the good camp refused to make a move at this time......"

This is the confinement of the camp, or the charm.

So far, the dragons slaughtered in the Kaos world are all from the evil camp, which has led to his reputation as the [dragon nemesis] among the dragons of the good camp not very bad. After all, the good dragon is the mortal enemy of the evil dragon.

Whether intentionally or not, Wren saved himself a lot of trouble.

The fairy dragon stared at Wren for a few more moments, imprinting the terrifying figure in her mind, and she quietly left.

Actually, Wren sensed her gaze.

This is the shadow plane, except for shadow creatures and undead creatures, basically all creatures in the Kaos continent are counted by the aborigines here into the category of positive energy lifeforms, but it is not pleasing to the eye.

Looking at Wren's unpleasant existence, it can be said that there are all planes, and he can't chase and kill the hostile sight from a distance of a few kilometers, right? Wren didn't have to do anything, he had to slaughter the shadow plane to be done.

That's how he is.

The other party didn't mess with him, so he focused on his original task - collecting the mage tower.

Thanks to the physical realm that had spread around him, the shadows of the shadow plane no longer obscured his vision, and as far as the eye could see, a majestic mage tower stood silently.

In appearance, this mage tower has a dwarf painting style.

The twelve-story mage tower with a square cross-section is stacked in the middle of a huge circular pool, and the structure of each layer is like a bamboo joint, stacked on top of each other, so that the overall appearance is very similar to the traditional weapon of the Celestial Empire!

What had to distinguish this mage tower from the gong was the boiling lava that almost overflowed from the circular pool, and the incomparably bright flame on the top of the tower.

That's weird.

In a plane where there should be no flames, all negative energy.

A mage tower stands here like a lighthouse.

It's full of disobedience.

It's a pity that it's useless to think too much, and no matter how you look at it from the outside, there will be no answer.

With the three tool men in hand, Wren walked unhurriedly to the front of the mage tower. The Mage Tower looks like it's only about thirty meters wide, which is not big.

"Huh?"

It was very miraculous that Wren sensed that there was a very powerful fire elemental barrier around the Mage Tower, and refused to approach all external beings.

After mentally preparing for the mage tower and a large number of moths, Wren took out the token given by Alega and a small piece of dragon teeth, and shouted out a dwarven language that he had memorized for a long time.

"My name is Wren Tesla!"

"I am the eternal ally of the Iron Hand of Alga*! Patron of the Dwarven Ancestors! The mourner of the dragon colored prince! The rightful heir of the Chahawk Mage's Tower! ”

"Taling [Iron Hand]! If you are still a defender of order and a defender of dwarven righteousness, answer my call—"

After a very divine prayer, the Mage Tower reacted almost immediately.

An earthy glow fell from the top of the tower, scanning the two tokens in Wren's hand as if a pair of eyes were examining his soul.

A second later, the tumbling flame barrier opened a large opening that could accommodate two carriages to pass side by side, and on the huge stone wall at the end of the stone bridge leading to the mage's tower, a dwarven face with a real knife and axe emerged.

Its mouth opens and closes, but it responds to the lingua franca of humanity.

"Taling [Iron Hand] recognizes your token! I am willing to serve you, the supreme legendary Archmage Wren Tesla, as the new owner! ”

"Good. Please open the door! Until this moment, Wren's heart that was still hanging was finally half of it.

Taling admits it, and that couldn't be better.

"Do your master's will!" The walls where the faces of the huge reliefs had appeared melted.

The stone walls, which looked incredibly hard, were like candles melted by flames, gurgling and melting, and then large chunks tumbling down. Wren could feel noticeable fluctuations in the earth element.

Glancing at the system prompt, Wren took his little brother with confidence and strode into the mage tower.

After entering, I found that this mage tower is ridiculously large, with a single floor area of more than 50,000 square meters and a floor height of nearly 20 meters, which is completely inconsistent with the size of the outside.

It should be that an extremely powerful spatial compression technology is used, or that the mage tower itself is located in a stable spatial rift.

Regardless of this, it seems that the painting style of this mage tower is very dwarf, and it is full of rough and hard utilitarian aesthetics. With the exception of the fire and earth-based magic runes that dot almost all walls, there are only a few right-angled edging as decorative patterns.

On the first floor of the Mage Tower, Wren saw a lot of war machines, such as the magic version of the [Dragon Lance] powered by magic.

Then there were some magical structures modeled after the dwarves that fell to the ground in all directions, with the bones of some dwarven craftsmen or dwarven magic apprentices mixed in with them.

Due to their age, only bones remain of the corpses, and their identities can only be judged by the remains of their clothing.

Coming to the middle of the first floor of the Mage Tower, Wren saw the protruding face of the tower spirit again.

"Master Tesla, please go to the teleportation circle."

Wren and the others stood in a square area in the middle as they said, and after a little shake of their minds, they found that they had come to the top of the Mage Tower.

From the outside, this should be an enclosed area.

There is a special projection setting inside, which allows them to ignore the hard exterior wall that is less than two meters thick, and see the outside in a perspective way.

Aside from the gloomy scenery that could be seen from the Land of Legendary Physics, there was nothing to see in the distance with a disjointed shadow of confusion.

Wren turned his head and saw the main control throne in the middle of the level, which only the owner of the mage tower could sit on.

On the square, bluestone-carved throne, the back of the chair is topped by two brazier-like structures, one with an undying flame and the other with a small black hole-like ever-changing light.

Looking at the corpse of the dwarf slumped on the throne and wearing a magnificent robe, Wren realized that Chahawk* Iron Hand was not an ordinary fire archmage, he was a legendary archmage who cultivated both plastic energy and space magic.

(End of chapter)