Chapter 493 Witzlan’s Mage Tower
Witzlan’s Mage Tower is hidden in the weird and mysterious marginal area of the Insect-Tangled Path, half a month away from the ancient city of Orens.
Because this drow mage provided Brian with maps and navigation directions in the Engraved Valley, he led him through many dangers and easily saw through the natural maze set up by the insect-tangled trails, and was able to successfully In a deep and twisting cave community, we discovered the Tower of Wizzlan, hidden behind the dust of time and natural wonders.
Deep in the winding underground world, a narrow path hidden in the side of the tunnel extends quietly, leading silently to a towering tower like a thread of fate.
This trail is carefully guarded by an invisible magic barrier, as if it were a secret mark left by the elves in ancient times, sealing an unknown history.
Under the protection of this layer of magic, a tightly closed and exquisite secret door is quietly embedded in it. Only when a specific moment and a specific person approaches, will it reveal its mysterious side.
The map in Brian's hand recorded in detail this journey to the unknown territory.
He took a deep breath and cautiously approached the secret door step by step. Every step seemed to be stepping on the intersection of some kind of magic circle and runes.
When he was only ten feet away from the secret door, a subtle wave of energy surged instantly, lighting up the originally dark environment instantly.
A soft and mysterious purple light slowly flows out from the surface of the secret door, like the brightest star river pouring down in the night sky. The light is overflowing with color, and is described with an extremely delicate elf writing handwriting. Name one word - "Araki".
Brian recognized that in the ancient and profound language system of Drow, the word "Araki" meant "revenge".
Deeply analyzing this detail, he found that this word does not exist in isolation.
It is like a bridge, connecting a heavy and tragic story that has been dusted by time.
Those fragments of stories seem to jump between the lines, weak but hard to ignore, like a deep mark, hidden behind seemingly ordinary sentences, silently telling the pain and vicissitudes of the past.
It can be seen that this former chief mage obviously experienced an unknown storm during the time when the ancient city of Orens was submerged in the long river of history.
That majestic dark elf city seemed to be the stage of his destiny, where scenes of fierce conflicts and painful struggles were staged, leaving an indelible mark on one of his memories there.
Wizlan chose to cooperate with him, and the purpose behind this became increasingly clear.
Brian walked to the secret door and put the map in his hand on it.
Just as he thought, the map was like a key. At the moment when the obscure magic runes on the golden secret door flashed with deep purple light, and then slowly Open.
Brian enters the closed secret door hidden inside.
He found that the connecting passage behind the door was so narrow that it could only accommodate one person. If the people traveling with him wanted to turn sideways or turn around, they had to move carefully to avoid collision with each other and feel the cramped and depressing feeling of space squeezing. .
In this pitch-black tunnel where he could not see his fingers, Brian followed the weak light source closely and trudged forward calmly and resolutely.
Here, time seems to have lost its meaning, and only the timer in my heart records the passing minutes and seconds.
About an hour passed, during this journey full of unknowns and suspense, continuous echoes came from the deep places in the distance, like a guide song in a maze, which was both strange and fascinating. As the steps forward gradually deepened, the narrow passage suddenly opened up, like a curtain being suddenly opened, revealing a huge cave space that had never been seen before.
The walls and ceiling of the cave were swallowed up by thick darkness, hiding them from sight, making it impossible to guess its true boundaries.
However, under the illumination of Brian's light spell, the details inside the cave are clearly visible.
The stone cave walls are embedded with tiny quartz crystals and mica flakes. They shine with crystal clear light under the light, like stars falling into the world, illuminating a winding road ahead. trails.
This path is deeply imprinted on the iron-hard stone floor, like a mysterious map that leads travelers to a secret destination.
Exploring along the stone path, finally, at the end of the road, a towering black shadow suddenly appeared in the field of vision.
It is a stalactite tower carved by the power of nature over the years. It is cold, dark, and suffocatingly huge. It stands quietly in the endless darkness, as if it is a silent patron saint, telling the story of ancient times. And deep secrets are waiting for the brave to arrive.
This mage tower looks like a giant stalactite that is a clever combination of nature and man-made.
It stands erect on the earth, like a stone scepter thrust into the clouds, demonstrating the unique charm of its existence with a majestic momentum that cannot be ignored.
The entire tower is not made of artificial stone, but natural limestone stalactites that have been carefully carved over thousands of years. Its texture is hard, its shape is strange, and it is full of original and magnificent vitality.
The internal structure of this tower is even more ingenious and breathtaking.
The rooms spirally distributed and carved out layer by layer along the tower body seem to be a piece of music composed by nature and intelligent craftsmen. Every note is perfectly embedded in this winding and ascending spatial sequence.
These rooms are like nested shells, wrapping around the central axis and extending upwards, until the unreachable spire.
With Brian's keen eyesight, he could even see from a distance that every room in the tower had been carefully polished, maintaining the original texture and texture of stalactites while incorporating exquisite and delicate artificial work. The decoration makes the whole space full of rough wild beauty and elegant artistic atmosphere.
These rooms have their own characteristics, some are spacious and bright, like the bright moon in the sky; some are narrow and deep, like a secret realm in the dark night, and some penetrate directly through the stone wall, allowing the residents to overlook the magnificent scenery of Witzlan. , experience the unique high-altitude visual feast.
After some exploration, Brian discovered a hidden entrance to a high tower. It was a majestic and heavy iron door. It was the only conspicuous passage here, and it seemed to carry traces of countless years of vicissitudes and vicissitudes. The endless secrets glow with a cold metallic luster under the violet halo, like a portal to the unknown world, which is thought-provoking and thrilling.
After Brian entered the iron gate, he saw a short but mysterious passage.
Like the throat of history, it stretches downward quietly, passing through five feet of thick rock formations imprinted with time. These hard rocks seem to silently witness every arrival and departure.
As the pace deepens, the end of the passage suddenly becomes clear.
A cool, dark lobby suddenly appeared. Its vast space was filled with a chill coming from the depths of the earth, but it also brought a strange tranquility to people.
The light in the lobby is dim, but the beautifully carved stone pillars and moss-covered walls are faintly visible. They are looming in the faint light, creating a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
(End of this chapter)