Outside the Northwestern Fortress, a vast expanse of black mist gathered, forming a human figure that slowly made its way toward the fortress.
Before long, he reached its base.
Inside the fortress, the wizard array gave off an incomparably intense warning. The wizards guarding the array were all stunned.
But this warning indicated that someone was arriving from within—and that they were level eight or above.
Some big shot had come to inspect the place, and had even chosen to pass through the fortress. Ordinary level eights simply came and went through the skies; there was no need for them to pass through a fortress at all.
The level-seven wizard immediately emerged from his secluded residence, came outside, and looked beyond the fortress through the wizard array.
At the fortress gate, Dole was queuing up like an ordinary person and entering the fortress.
Seeing this, the man recognized Dole and was startled. Countless thoughts raced through his mind. What was this man here for? Could something have happened? What could he possibly want here?
Although the Glory Empire and the Northern Kingdom were two separate nations, their relationship was fairly harmonious, and war between them was almost impossible. Being stationed here was an easy post. His sole purpose here was to suppress unruly merchant caravans and prevent black wizards from passing through. Nothing more.
What was Wizard Dole doing here? Thinking of the other party's recent string of actions, the wizard formed a small suspicion.
After tidying himself up, he hurried out of the wizard tower and waited respectfully at the entrance.
Sure enough, not long afterward, Dole arrived in front of the fortress's wizard tower.
Dole strode over with an air of swagger, somewhat satisfied. According to the intelligence, the wizard stationed at this fortress tower was a noble