Wigofortz sat on the weedy ground, looking bored at the burning bonfire in front of him.

It was almost sunrise at this time, but the sky was still pitch black and foggy was everywhere.

The sorcerer stroked his black hair, which had been wet with the fog, and looked up at the two figures opposite the bonfire.

The black-haired mage was sitting there meditating without moving, like a marble statue in the darkness.

The male elf who has grown a lot taller recently was drawing something on the ground with a branch, and his face was in a shady light and dark light in the fire.

Wigofortz looked at the misty surroundings.

The dense forest can be vaguely seen wherever the fire reaches, and the purple-black leaves sway in the night wind, like a monster luring a lost traveler in the dark.

The warlock knew that kind of tree.

It was a very common purple leaf plum in the Metina province of Niphgad, so he could basically be sure that he was still in Niphgad, but he didn't know where he was.

Wigofortz has been living in the huge mage tower for three days. After asking around, he has basically made up for the five years he has lost.

The first thing he learned was that this world had long been beyond recognition.

Niphgaard has unified all continents west of the Blue Mountains.

The "Wuqiweng" he once supported has really become the ruler of the known world.

As for the empire, the Furis family, which he knew, and all the opposition, were buried in the floor of the Royal Dance Hall by Enhill.

The cut-off heads are said to have been filled with a whole wall of the Golden City.

The sorcerer's assembly seemed to be rebuilt, but the bitch Philiba Ehart was buried by the emperor.

The world has become so strange that Vigofortz, who is in it, is at a loss.

He had long lost everything, and all his subordinates and forces were strangled by Enhill and Geralt five years ago.

Most of the demon hunters and warlocks in the mage tower had deep hatred with him, and basically didn't like him very much.

Only those high-level vampires are all talented and speak nicely, so that they can live in it.

Wigofortz fiddled with the bonfire in front of him, and the flames that were about to be extinguished became prosperous again, and the firewood wet from the mist crackled in the flames.

He also met Enhill yesterday, and two old acquaintances who had turned the world upside down met but didn't know what to say.

He has been idle since then.

So when Zach mentioned that he was going to go out for a long trip, he volunteered to follow him, and the elf who had grown a lot of taller recently came.

They set off in the early morning, and the male elf opened a portal and instantly sent the three of them here.

However, after walking out of the portal, they did not continue to rush, but waited directly on the spot.

It was filled with fog here, and it was obvious that it was in the wilderness. The elves directly raised a bonfire and said that they would just wait here and the door would open itself in a while.

The black-haired mage said nothing and simply sat on the ground and meditated.

"How long will we have to wait?" Wigofortz looked at the elf opposite the bonfire.

The gray-haired elf continued to write and draw on the ground, and said without raising his head, "It's coming soon, wait for dawn."

Wigofortz shook his head and took a book out of his bag beside him.

Before leaving, he grabbed a few books and wanted to pass the time on the road, but he didn't expect to use it immediately.

However, the title of the book immediately made the warlock frown. He shook his head. He would have looked at the book a few more times before he left.

"Walking in the Magic Path and the Magic Land"

It is not so much a book as a note.

The author is Byverde Buckhusen.

A famous explorer who lived more than 300 years ago.

Although Wigofortz lived to be over 100 years old, the explorer had been buried for more than 100 years when he was born.

And this book tells the story of Byverde's experience of seeing a legendary elf tower.

As an adventure note, this book has been regarded as a travelogue by rigorous sorcerers for more than three hundred years after its release.

Wigofortz read this book because he wanted to arrest Cialis, but after reading it halfway, he was killed by Geralt, who came to the door.

He looked up and looked around. The white mist was still as thick as milk.

The black-haired mage was still meditating, and the elf opposite the bonfire seemed to have no interest in paying attention to him.

The warlock, who had no choice, could only open the book and continue reading from the place where he fell before his death.

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‘We arrived at the famous ancient city of Eisengarde, which is said to be built on the ruins of the elves. It was once the trading center of Metina, but as the nearby minerals depleted, the population is now only a few thousand. We searched the entire city, but no one wanted to be our guide.’

‘I finally decided to set out without a guide, and half of the people left the team. I don’t blame them. The terrain of the Baihu area is too complicated. Swamps, reeds, beasts, and dark ditches will be crushed to pieces if you are not careful.’

‘I hope God blesses you, this time I can see the ancient tower that I dream of.’

‘Thor Gillie.’

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Wigofortz recognizes this elf word.

Thor Gilliele, the Tower of Swifts in the common term.

There are many ancient elf towers left in this world, such as the Thor Laura on the top of Mount Sinnied Island - the Seagull Tower.

However, the Swift Tower only exists in legends.

Only the first generation of warlocks in history, Joffley Monk, had really seen the Swift Tower, and even mentioned that there was a portal in the Seagull Tower on Xiannid Island, and the other end was connected to the Swift Tower.

However, no warlock except Joffley had seen the Swift Tower.

This is why most scholars regard "Walking in the Path of Magic and the Land of Magic" as heresy and nonsense.

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‘We walked sixteen litres southward and finally arrived at the rural area called "Hundred Lakes". Standing on the high ground, I saw the wonderful patterns made up of many lakes, which are truly amazing.’

‘Soya was dead and was dragged directly into the swamp by a crocodile.’

‘We have been searching nearby for thirteen days, but we still haven’t seen any artificial buildings, let alone the Swift Tower.’

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Wigofortz's vision was a bit difficult to read in such a dim environment, and his intact right eye was already a little sore.

He could only fiddle with the bonfire in front of him, and restored the flames a little.

After Byverde published the notes, many warlocks went to the "Hundred Lakes" area to conduct field investigations, but did not find any traces of magic.

But Wigofotez firmly believes that the Swift Tower is real.

There is no other reason - he has seen it with his own eyes.

Speaking of which, he is also an authority on portals and elves research.

He spent many years studying Joffley's highest authoritative work in the field of teleportation: "The Magic of the Ancient Races", and used the knowledge inside to restart the portal in the Seagull Tower of Sinnid Island.

This huge success immediately caused a sensation in the Warlock Council, and everyone was eager to try and wanted to be the first person to discover the Swift Tower.

Wigofortz watched the idiots jump into the unstable portal one by one, and then there was no news. It was only after a long time before the bodies were found all over the world.

The portal had been damaged long ago, and he could not completely repair it even if he did his best.

After a large number of casualties, he had no choice but to close the portal.

However, just the moment before the portal disappeared, he saw a gray-black tower in the twisted light.

It is solemn, slender, smooth, and shiny. It is like carved from a whole piece of basalt.

However, the illusion only appeared for a moment and disappeared with the closing of the portal.
Chapter completed!