The Tower of the Morning Star has no connection with the Morning Star family among the four nobles, but borrows the concept of the Sun, Moon and Star, and is set as one of the three rune strongholds to guard the Bandinorell enchantment.

Now that the two runestones of the sun and moon, which make up the barrier of Bandinoreel, have been corroded, the barrier has also collapsed, and the Tower of the Morning Star has lost its original function.

However, for the owner of this mage tower, what mission and duty are irrelevant, she only cares about what interests her.

The owner of the Tower of Stars is Archmage Meria Starling.

Even in the magical kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the number of archmages is scarce.

On the other hand, their social status is very respectful, and every archmage will become the goal and idol in the minds of the mage's apprentices.

…… That's how it should be.

Deep Shadow Manor is next door to the Tower of the Morning Star, and Salian has known Meria since she was a child.

In his mind, the unkempt archmage was a crumb witch through and through.

In the southern part of the Yongge Forest, as long as the name Melia Xingyu is mentioned, most people's expressions will become very exciting.

In some families, Melia's name can even be used as a weapon for adults to scare children.

On the way to the Tower of the Morning Star, Salorian seized this little time to give one-on-one patient tutoring to the apprentices who had already been taught for a long time.

"Sarjan, how are you feeling right now after defeating a quasi-legendary orc swordmaster?"

Sarjan pursed his lips in disinterest: "What kind of quasi-legend is that?" ”

"That guy's hard power is really strong, whether it is physical fitness, experience, or skills, it is far from being comparable to me now."

"But I don't know why, there seems to be something in his heart, he can't give full play to his original strength, and he looks very hesitant when he shoots."

"Besides, we don't really defeat him, and that little skin injury won't really affect combat effectiveness."

"It's not so much a defeat as a pushback."

"Taking a step back, the main force of this battle is not me, but Wen Lessa."

With the assistance of the barrage, Salian reviewed the entire battle in an objective manner.

To be sure, in the fight against Samuro, Sarean didn't play much of a role, at best as a meat shield and-stirring stick that attracted attention from the front.

If it weren't for Wen Lesa's long-range sniping, which put a lot of pressure on the unhealthy Samuro, relying on the three rookies alone, sooner or later they would be sent to the cemetery by Samuro one by one.

Salorian smiled with relief, and stretched out his big hand to rub Sarren's head.

"I'm glad you have a clear idea of what you're capable of."

"That orc sword master's mentality is indeed not normal, and he can't exert his normal strength, otherwise even with the help of Wen Lessa, the four of you will not be his opponent."

Salorian had obtained information about the Fireblade Juggernaut from Wellles.

Every Juggernaut who can carry the banner of the Fire Blade is a battle-hardened elite, and Samuro is the best among them.

It is said that he has long been recognized by the old chief of the Fireblade clan as the heir to the next chieftain and the leader of all the Sword Saints.

After a brief look at the previous wave, Salorian saw that something was wrong with Samuro's state.

"He looked like he had lost the faith he had held on to for many years, and he was in a trance, unable to concentrate at all."

"If you participate in a battle in a state where you can be distracted at any moment, it is only natural that you will be defeated."

"Faith ......"

Sarjan's brow furrowed slightly, and his face looked thoughtful.

"Mentor, is faith really that important to a warrior?"

"Of course!"

Salorian's expression became solemn: "Faith is the source of the will to fight, you think about it, if one day you suddenly don't know what you are fighting for, what state will you be in at that time?" ”

"Hmm......" Salian muttered for a moment, "maybe...... Can't even hold a weapon, right? ”

"That's kind of what it means."

Salorian raised his hand to the north: "My belief is to protect the Sunwell, if one day the Sunwell is destroyed, my will to fight will fall to the bottom in an instant." ”

"But on the other hand, as long as the sunwell still exists, I can always maintain a high fighting spirit and will not be easily defeated by any external factors."

"Sarean, I don't know what you're fighting for, but you'd better find your own faith."

"Alright."

Salorian clapped his hands with a "snap": "These illusory theories may be a little too early for you, let's talk about something more practical." ”

Placing his hand on Sarjan's shoulder, a strange energy poured into Sarjan's body along Saloryan's palm.

"Sure enough, you are still relying on your enthusiasm to control your anger, and the task I left you for teaching has not been completed."

Salian smiled helplessly: "Mentor, I have been trying not to be affected by emotions to arouse anger, but ......"

"I know, it's not that easy, right?"

"Yes."

Salorian patted Salajan on the shoulder encouragingly: "Take your time, anger control is an important skill that all warriors need to continue to study and improve. ”

"Using emotions to provoke anger is the most primitive method, and while it is effective, it is easy for the user to become overwhelmed by emotions and unable to remain calm enough in battle."

"Controlling anger and emotions is like mastering fire and ice at the same time, and you have to find a delicate balance between the two."

"It's not an easy task and it takes a lot of experience."

"As you get used to exploding in a calm state, you're just one step away from being an advanced elite warrior."

Saljan nodded as if he didn't understand: 'Do you control your anger......

……

The Tower of the Morning Star is not far from the Deep Shadow Manor, and it only takes ten minutes to walk to it.

The team led by Salorian deliberately accelerated the march and arrived at the gate of the Tower of the Morning Star in only 5 minutes.

There was no need to knock on the door, when Salian and the others came to the tower, they clearly felt a wave of magic power sweeping over them.

Apparently, the owner of the tower has noticed that there are guests visiting.

A female voice that sounded spiritless came from inside the door, and the voice was a little distant.

"Little Sarren, it's rare that you will take the initiative to come to my sister, don't say anything about your intentions, let me draw a tube of blood."

Sariroan patted his forehead helplessly: "Melia, don't make trouble, we're here for business." ”

"Humph! I don't care what you do, you have to pay if you ask for something, this is the rule of the Tower of the Morning Star, don't tell me you don't know. ”

"Hey~"

Sareroan was well aware of Melia's stubborn temper, so he could only look at Salaan on the side with tangled eyes.

Salian himself didn't care much about this: "Okay, isn't it just a tube of blood, you can take it, we do have important things to ask for." ”

"Oh?"

Melia's languid voice was a little more playful, and the originally closed door of the Mage Tower automatically opened inward.

"Then come in, I guess your intentions must have something to do with the invasion of the Horde?"