Chapter 407
Chapter 407 The Tower is Complete
When Greem had seen Alice controlling a tower of her own back in the Northern Lands, he had thought of it as an easy matter.
However, it was only now that he managed an adept’s tower of his own that he understood the pain of owning a tower!
He had always lived in the Sarubo Clan’s tower in the past. There wasn’t an urgent need for resources. He had also frequently been burdened with matters he had to attend. Consequently, he never quite had the time to go around accumulating funds. Now that he held a tower in his hands, the sheer consumption of magical crystals and resources was enough to make his head hurt.
His situation was nothing like Alice’s. The Witch of Fate was working alone as of now, but she was still supported by all the accumulated resources of the Witches of Fate! Her starting point was much further along than Greem’s. The gap in their power would only grow wider as time passed.
That was Greem’s most significant concern!
His first planar invasion experience and the abundant wealth to be harvested had captivated his imagination. Countless times, Greem had fantasized about conquering foreign planes with an army of adepts he had assembled himself. They would obtain vast lands and mountains of resources that would be used to strengthen themselves further.
He wasn’t a rookie that had just emerged from some unknown rural place. A small goblin shop relying on the protection of a clan made a hundred and twenty thousand magical crystals in less than ten years? A legendary story like this might be good for the taverns, but it wasn’t to be taken seriously.
Greem shook his head and laughed and chose to not think about the matter. Instead, he turned to join his apprentices in appreciating the beautiful scenery beneath them.
Birds flitted through the trees as the manticores flew across the canopy of the vast forest. The entire place was brimming with life.
From high above the skies, all you could see was the endless stretch of leaves and canopy. Black. Perhaps this was the only color in this forest.
The woods were dark and the trees towered above everything else.
When looking up from within the dense forest, the thick branches and dense leaves cut up the sky into pieces of blue ribbons. Spots of light scattered across the ground, flickering and flashing as the leaves swayed in the winds.
The black and boundless forest continued forever, from low bushes to tall trees. This land was a paradise for flora. Ironoaks, firs, spruces, cedars, and all varieties of trees grew straight up to the sky. Thick, nameless vegetation and vines filled the gaps between the trees.
Any outsider would find it difficult to traverse such an ancient and primal forest.
Of course, there were all sorts of forest creatures in such an environment. However, they were not the true owners of the Black Forest. The only ones that could make that claim were the tide of terrifying magical creatures and monsters that inhabited the forest.
The apprentices that could follow Adept Meryl on this visit were all advanced apprentices or pseudo-adepts. They had all ventured into the edges of the Black Forest and fought with beasts, magical creatures, monsters, and corruptors in there. They might be victorious and return with resources and spoils of war, or they might not be, being forced to hide in the swamp or the decaying vegetation, praying to escape the notice of the monsters.
If an apprentice wanted to become stronger, they had to experience such tragic and stressful situations several times. It was because they continued to grow from their victories and defeats that they were able to become stronger.
In their eyes, the Black Forest was the land of the magical creatures and a paradise for monsters. It was also the battlefield from which they obtained resources. Yet, at this moment, they were riding upon the legendary manticore, flying far above all those frightening beasts below. They were freely weaving through the trees, flying across lakes, and making their way past mountains and rivers.
This relaxed and comfortable feeling was a refreshing one to experience!
It was also the real might of an adept. Even a powerful magical creature could only beg for its life and become an obedient slave when placed before an omnipotent adept.
This feeling was pretty goddamn good!