When Brian firmly and cautiously entered this mysterious space hidden in the gaps of time and space, a dazzling magic ball floated in front of him like a star, releasing a pale but profound violet light. The light was like an invisible key, quietly unveiling the secret veil of this grand space.

This violet beam is like a decrypted light sword, penetrates the darkness and instantly illuminates the towering and wide vaulted ceiling carved with ancient runes and a rock-solid spiral staircase without guardrails.

Around the spiral staircase that seemed to lead to the unknown world, the violet light poured down like moonlight, illuminating every corner one by one.

A majestic and solemn circular living room appears from the darkness. There are a row of lanterns waiting to be lit on the stone walls inside, containing traces of time. They are silent in the darkness, adding a bit of silence and mystery to this space.

The carpet is thick and soft, like a layer of delicate and dense fluff covering the smooth and flat cold and hard stone floor underneath. Every step you step seems to feel the echo of history.

On the left side of the entrance, a high-rise platform carefully carved from hard stone stood a huge stone seat that looked like a throne. The texture was complex and majestic. It seemed that countless great figures had left their wisdom and strength here.

The core of the entire tower, just a few feet away from the spiral staircase that circulates upward, the small ball that constantly emits violet light quietly floats and slowly rotates, like a taciturn but extremely loyal guide, patiently waiting for your arrival in the silence, ready to lead you to explore this world full of miracles and secrets.

At this critical moment, a magical light flashed by in an instant, and a young Drow, with a thin body and a terrifying face suddenly appeared in front of Brian's eyes. A large area of ​​strong acid burn marks were left on his face, which was daunting.

"You are that Mr. Brian, right?" said the young Drower in a low and slightly hoarse voice, revealing a special charm in his words. "I have heard of your deeds. In the ancient Orences, you are the only slave to break free from the net of fate woven by the queen of God and become a slave of freedom. It seems that you are indeed extraordinary, otherwise you would not have reached this point."

"Now I will introduce you to my mentor," Mage Dower's face turned twisted by burns, and even more gloomy. "This tower is full of magic traps that ordinary people cannot easily get involved." His deep red eyes stared at Brian and sent a mocking invitation, "If you have the courage, follow me."

It turned out to be him!

Faced with the other party's contemptuous words, Brian not only did not get angry, but instead exclaimed in his heart: "It turns out to be the disciple of Master Weizlan! No wonder the strange situation happened just now. It turns out that there is such a connection between the two of them, and this matter has become more and more intriguing."

This young Drow wizard is Green Ostair.

In the deep and mysterious dungeon of Arakita, he is the apprentice of Vizlan and the only one who is with his master.

He was born from a family that was once glorious but now declining. With his witty and cunning personality and his natural sense of magic, he struggled to survive in trouble.

With a nearly stubborn determination, Green broke into the illegal alliance of Drow Mages called Spider Council, which weaved a web of power and dark magic in the secret corner of ancient Orence City.

However, Green's ambition was like a double-edged sword, and his carelessness and overconfidence made him almost pay the price of his life in a critical mission.

He was almost ruthlessly executed by the parliament, but fortunately he was rescued by Vizlan at the critical moment of life and death.

Wizlan is also a funder who manipulates the Spider Council, and he is also one of the most powerful Drow wizards in the ancient Orence city.

He saw the potential in Green, so he decided to pull Green back from the brink of death and accept him as his apprentice.

In this quiet and lonely Arakita, Green, under the careful teaching of Vizlan, began a more rigorous and advanced magic study path.

He was deeply loyal to Vizlan, but deep down he could not fully adapt to this isolated life.

Whenever night falls and the moonlight shines on his pale face through the cave, endless longing and desire for his hometown, Ancient Orens City.

He had a secret wish that one day he would return to the familiar and unfamiliar land and use the magic power he had mastered to support the uprisingers who intended to overthrow the mistress and his cruel rule.

He knew that only in this way could he truly wash away the shame of the family and revive the family's former glory, and at the same time, he left a rich and powerful stroke of Green Ostair in the long history of the dark elf society.

Brian thought for a moment and then stepped on the pace of following Green without hesitation.

While walking, he found that there was a permanent invisible servant on each floor of the tower, and twenty-four sets were decorated.

The armor set was placed from bottom to top in the tower, all of which were revitalized armor, which seemed to be able to move and fight with Vizlan's orders.

Through her keen telepathy, Brian also noticed traces of other humanoid creatures appearing in Arakita, including broken clothing, moldy food, and iron chains in certain rooms and shackles embedded in the walls.

"Don't be confused about this," Green would confide in Brian's gaze, "My mentor has summoned many secondary demons through contracts and enslaved some humanoid creatures to serve himself."

Brian shrugged slightly and did not ask too much, but he couldn't help but wonder how to make the master and apprentice turn against each other.

After all, the two people have different ideas. One is persistent in destroying the entire ancient Orence City, while the other is just trying to revitalize the glory of the family.

Under the guidance of the violet light ball and Green Mage, Brian successfully arrived at the core of the tower.

There is no doubt that the great wizard of Drow, Vizlan and Sladesan have long been waiting for the arrival of this moment in the secret room.

Meanwhile, Brian's eyes were attracted by an unexpected detail, and he noticed that the wizlan's neck was wearing a smoky crystal pendant strung from a chain of runes of the magic chain of the fine gold.
Chapter completed!