Age of Adepts

Naturally, it's not a good idea to build a private witch tower!

Otherwise, if the location of the Witch Tower was leaked, Grim's powerful enemies would be able to kill him in minutes. Therefore, Grim could only give this task to Split Brain Sock, which was in charge of coordinating the entire construction of the Sorcerer's Tower.

It was just that the environment on the Fire Elemental Plane was too harsh for ordinary life to survive there. Therefore, most of the construction work could only be done by the Engineering Demon Armament. However, in order to adapt to the harsh environment of the Fire Elemental Plane, these engineering weapons need to be specially formulated to enhance their fire resistance.

Moreover, as a rank 5 Grand Sorcerer, Grim's current status, it was clear that a small or medium sized Tower would not be able to use its true power. Therefore, it was only natural that this would be a large private witch tower.

After handing over the bit of Waymark there to Fractional Brain Sock, Grim hesitated and finally decided to pay a visit to that Sarupo Grand Sorcerer.

It was about time he settled his grudge against the Sarupo family!

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A quarter of an hour later, Grim appeared in front of a tower of witch towers in the Esoda camp.

The entrance and exit of the first floor was crowded with people, all of them witches wearing various robes and armor. Although they were of different ranks and professions, they all wore a strange metal badge on their chests.

Whenever they passed through that protective light film, a blue light would shine on top of the badge, as if it was some kind of identity verification mechanism.

On either side of the gate of the Sorcerer's Tower, two 7-meter tall elite gold magic statues stood silently. In the center of their human-like skulls, the honeycomb-like dense holes inside were inlaid with magic gems of various sizes, unceasingly sweeping the witches entering and leaving.

As you can imagine, if someone with a different badge or without a badge breaks into the Witch Tower, these two Gold Goblins will use their indestructible bodies and violent fists to give the intruder an unforgettable memory.

The Gilded Goblins, large metal puppets, with a super magic alloy inside and a layer of gold plating outside, can resist any type of elemental sorcery of 4th level or lower, and will only take half damage even when attacked by 4th level sorcery.

This kind of powerful metal puppet is simply invincible to below 4th stage sorcerers, even if a 4th stage sorcerer encounters them, they will be a headache.

Don't look at the basic level of the two fine gold statues in front of you, they were only 4th rank beginners, but in terms of battlefield charging and defending against enemy impacts, they were far more powerful than the Shadow Demon that Grim had left for Mary.

Even to put it bluntly, two Intermediate Level 4 Shadow Demons together couldn't match up to a Beginner Level 4 Jingjin Demon Statue. It was nothing, the uses were just divided differently.

This kind of large demonic statue with thick skin and thick flesh, and also possessing powerful magic immunity attributes was simply a spellcaster's natural enemy. An agile Assassin-type statue like the Shadow Demon was no match for it.

However, in terms of stealth and sneak assassination, the Shadow Demon's power was higher than that of the Elven Gold Demon.

At least spell casters like Grim were more afraid of Shadow Demons, but not the Elven Gold Goblins. The reason for this was that the Elven Gold Demon Statue was too large and bulky to be used in many places.

As a result, such a large statue could only act as a guard for important sorcery facilities, and it was difficult to take it with you at all times.

As soon as Grim approached the gate of the Witch Tower, the honeycomb magic compound eyes in the middle of the heads of the two fine gold magic statues locked onto his position and Woodland squeaked into activity.

"Halt! The outsider is asked to identify himself..." the elven gold magic statue on the left took a step across the room blocking Grim's path, and a mechanical sound in an urn came out of its body.

The movement of the elven gold devil statue immediately caught the attention of the sorcerers present, and when their eyes fell on Grim, they all shuddered with shocked and terrified looks on their faces.

"It's the Legendary Fire Witch Lord!"

"It's him...it's him..."

And at this moment, the consciousness within that elite gold magic statue fluctuated together, and a low, hoarse voice suddenly emerged.

"It really is you Grim... Alright, you can come in now, I'll be waiting for you in Hall 9!"

By the sound of his voice, it was that 5th ranked wizard Saints that he had once met.

As a sorcerer, it was almost always possible to know a scene by sight and by ear. If needed, some witches would even etch particularly important scenes deeply into the sea of consciousness, so that they could always taste and appreciate them over and over again.

And this, too, was one of the many benefits of a wizard having powerful mental powers!

The elven statue made its way out of the passage with heavy steps, and the light membrane of the Witch Tower's gate unfolded.

Grim looked around at the crowd and calmly walked in.

As soon as they entered the hall, they were met by a group of wizards running in a panic.

The leader of the group was an acquaintance of Grim's, the 4th level sorcerer Martin who had had some dealings with him.

And it was followed by a group of high ranked witches in Enforcer's witch robes.

"Grim... Lord, it is a pleasure to meet you. I have come specially to show you the way on the orders of Lord Saints!" Two hundred years later, Martin is still as tall and handsome as ever. It was just that he looked a little awkward and confused when he suddenly saw his 'old friend' and the other had become the adult he was talking about.

"Saints has a heart!" Grim smiled faintly, "In that case, let's talk about it as we walk!"

"Yes!"

Simply ignoring those 2nd and 3rd rank Witch Tower enforcers, Grim, led by Martin, marched inside the wide and bright Witch Tower.

"You've been stationed inside the Witch Tower all these years? Why don't you go back to the middle of the country and take a look?" Grim inquired curiously.

"Can't go back, and don't want to!" Martin sighed, "People like me aren't good at running things, and I'm too lazy to socialize around with those guys from Scattered Tallinn. So, simply hiding out in this out-of-territory camp that no one can control, I'm living a comfortable life..."

"What about your family and kin..."

"You don't look at me as young, but I'm actually over seven hundred years old. The only bloodline descendant left behind in the Scattered Tallinn was also severed three hundred years ago, and the remaining side branches, although they are also all under my banner, but when it comes to testing them, they really don't have much blood relation with me." At this point, Martin couldn't help but sigh grudgingly, "I can't be bothered to take care of them, so let them fend for themselves there!"

"Where are the others in the tower?"

"It's also similar to me. Some have broken family lines, some have conflicts with the ones in Scatterland Talyn, some are drunk on the quietness of the place... Although the circumstances are different, they have been out for a long time, and indeed none of them have any desire to return to that small space."

Grim nodded at the words, seeming to understand their 'pain' as well.

"But we understand everything that your lordship has done in the Scattered Tallinn. We are still sincerely impressed with the fact that your lordship was able to break the closed and self-contained chains of the Scattered Tallinn in a hundred years, allowing it to return to the right path of wizardry!" At the end, Martin couldn't help but add a couple of words, "My lord is truly worthy of the great change that Central has been waiting for! From now on, the center will rise too!"

Grim didn't comment on the other party's compliments, but continued to talk to it peacefully.

After passing through countless corridors and tunnels and taking a ride on a metal floating saucer, this was the only way to arrive at that 9th sorcery hall.

That Saints had been waiting here for a long time.

It was still the same dirty strange robe, the same shaggy black and white short hair, the same lean and dry old man with the strange date red nose... Saints stood there silently, calmly and carefully examining Grim.

As a great sorcerer, he naturally had a thousand ways and means to make himself younger and more handsome. But these outward means were difficult to conceal from a sorcerer of equal strength, and as a great sorcerer, their value was never reflected in their stature and looks.

Therefore, many great sorcerers didn't care much about their appearance and became a bit of a loner.

But today, after seeing Grim with his own eyes, Saints couldn't help but feel a little envious and jealous for the first time.

It was good to be young!

Compared to Saints' old age, Grim was indeed young and somewhat hateful.

At first glance, Grim was just a fresh-faced young man with two brilliant starry eyes, a straight and square mouth, and not a handsome face. However, his figure was surprisingly sturdy, and the proportional lines of his body were even more flawless.

He was standing there quietly, giving people an ordinary feeling, and didn't seem to have the powerful oppressive feeling of other strong sorcerers that was close to suffocating.

But when Saints gaze fell on his body, he couldn't help but flash a look of horror.

Martin as a 4th rank sorcerer might not be able to see the rule aura radiating from Grim's body indication, but he could see it clearly as a veteran sorcerer who had been promoted for 1900 years. Four rule auras... This newly promoted Grim actually had four rule auras lingering on his body.

Two crimson flame auras resonated with that Grim's soul with mysterious rules, which should be the power of the flame rules he himself possessed. There were two more, one dark red and one bright yellow, which seemed to have been added on by some kind of powerful treasure.

The four idiosyncratic rule auras lingered together, protecting that Grim unusually tightly. And the rule fluctuations that came out, even Saints noticed a slight change in color.

Having just advanced to the next level and mastered two types of rule power was enough to reflect Grim's excellent flame talent. In addition to his own astonishing strength, the young sorcerer also had heavy treasures with him, and this was what most surprised and puzzled Saints.

Where did he get so many 5th rank items?

Could it be that he was the illegitimate son of some great figure of the wizard camp?

For a moment, even Saints was a bit dumbfounded!