627 Torin's Dawn

Completely different from the scene Master Marco had imagined—a few tribes barely cobbled together, shamelessly calling some crude pile of stone blocks and frozen earth a city-fortress.

While the group was still several miles away, during a brief lull in the snowstorm, Master Marco's eyes caught a sudden spire on the horizon. After narrowing his eyes and studying it for a moment, he judged it to be the tip of a tall tower.

Marco was not one of those blacksmith apprentices who spent all their time circling their master's workshop and had never seen the world.

In his early years, he had traveled through the border fortresses of human kingdoms, seen the Elf Race's outposts hidden among the forests, and had even once helped maintain the ancient, complex defensive systems in the Dwarf King's capital.

Almost at a glance, he recognized it as a magic tower.

And it probably was not a lone Magic Tower. Otherwise, there would have been no need to build it so high.

The group continued forward behind their guide, Puji, circling around a strange forest of Petrified Mushrooms. At last, the peculiar city Pollock called the Fungal Fortress was fully revealed before everyone.

Just as Marco had guessed when he saw the tall tower, it really was not a single Magic Tower, but the central tower of an entire Magic Tower array.

However, Marco had no time now to marvel at seeing a Magic Tower array in the Northern Territory. Looking at the Fungal Fortress before him, he suddenly found himself wondering, Is this really the Northern Territory?

The outline of the Fungal Fortress loomed through the wind and snow like a giant beast crouched upon the icefield. Its towering city walls had clearly been reinforced by magic, and Marco could even see magical runes