Chapter 738
In the World of Adepts, the construction of any individual adept’s tower would create a massive impact on its surroundings.
Apart from its environmental effects, the main impact of the tower would be the very concept of the tower’s territory.
The area where the tower’s power and influence reached would be the fixed territory that the tower’s owner could control and possess.
This simple concept was almost etched into the soul and consciousness of every single adept, making them uphold it as if it was a belief.
That was why almost every single branch of the Northern Witches received news of the appearance of an adept’s tower in Icewind. Among them, the most shaken were the Coldwinter Witches.
After all, this vast land used to belong to the Coldwinter Witches. It was only due to some ‘indescribable’ reasons that passed it into the hands of the Fate Witches. Now, the damned male adept that carried the banner of the Fate Witches actually intended to construct an adept’s tower here. It had clearly gone beyond the expectations of the Coldwinter Witches.
The Coldwinter Witches were also a witch branch that had only reestablished themselves after many difficulties and challenges. Their current branch leader was only Third Grade. As such, though their overall strength might be superior to the Fate Witches, they were still far weaker compared to the other witch branches.
The Coldwinter Witches had no choice but to admit their new reality after several of their messengers were turned away by Icelady Snowlotus.
First Grade adepts would manage most of the daily tasks in these places. Meanwhile, no specific duties had been assigned to the Second Grades of the clan. They only needed to train and improve their power constantly. This way, the group would be able to call upon them when the clan needed their strength.
For the first time, the Fate Witches were involved in the management of apprentices within the clan, along with its daily matters, as new members of the clan. Moreover, Alice had specially sent word that a batch of witch apprentices would be sent over to undertake trials here once the new tower had started operating properly.
From the day the new tower was completed, the joining of the Crimson Clan and the Fate Witches had officially begun!
“Teacher, the new adept’s tower has been constructed, but we can’t just keep going on without a name for it, can we? What do you think we should name it?” As the majordomo of the new tower, Meryl was naturally the most concerned over this matter.
Greem looked at everyone present and mulled it over for a while.
“White Tower. We shall just call it White Tower!”
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Lance. The thunder dragon’s territory.
A lavish and luxurious palace sat atop the mountainous hills.
Most of the buildings in the palace were constructed to be extraordinarily large and grandiose. The furnishings inside the rooms were also well beyond the extravagance of a human emperor’s palace.
At this moment, on a platform to the east of the palace, Thunder Dragon Arms had once again transformed into his human form and was lying against a soft bed while draped in smooth silk robes. He was enjoying the diligent service of four or five elven beauties while appreciating the performance of the dancers below.
Of the five elven beauties, two were massaging his legs while one was peeling away grape skins and feeding him with a smile on her face. Meanwhile, one of the other two was holding amber-colored wine in her hands and bringing it forward for him to drink at his instructions. The last one was holding a jade platter for him to spit out the grape seeds.
Though these forest elves captured from Faen appeared to be happy and joyful, the corners of their eyes betrayed their resentment and suffering.
Just as Arms eyes started to glaze over and he prepared to embrace the elven beauties and bring them into his room for a round of pleasantries, a dragon’s roar rang out from the distant horizon.
Wild winds blew across the skies as a massive dragon with shining emerald scales descended upon the platform.
As the emerald dragon beat her wings, a small storm formed on the platform beneath her. The soft beds, silk curtains, wine jugs, incense pots, fans, coffee tables, the fruits; everything, even those elven girls in skimpy clothing, were blown about and unable to stand still.
After letting out her fury, the emerald dragon was finally shrouded in a surge of blue mist, transforming into a pretty girl in emerald armor.
“Look at what you’ve done, Arms! Hmph!”
It was the beauty of the emerald dragons that Arms had tricked into coming to Lance– Iritina!