Chapter 1265: The Black Mages of Ashenreach
Pollock was a 1,600-year-old “native” Rank Two black mage of the Darwell Region.
His early years as an initiate had twisted him into a ruthless black mage with a personality that was both cowardly and bloodthirsty.
His cowardice only showed when facing those stronger than him, like his former mentor, the well-known Rank Three grand mages of the Darwell Region, or now, the Divine Tower of Ashes.
Yes, the Divine Tower of Ashes—an enormous threat hanging like a guillotine over the heads of countless black mages in Darwell.
Ever since that tower was successfully established in the region over a century ago, the black mage population had been shrinking, and their activities had steadily declined.
Pollock had already relocated three times in just the past hundred years. Now, he was preparing to move again.
He simply could not understand why the Rank Three black mages of the Darwell Region had not taken action yet.
If those high-ranking black mages intervened, Pollock was certain that low-ranking black mages like himself, who the divine tower had long oppressed, would leap at the chance to strike, like a pack of starving wolves.
Of course, they would never dream of going after the divine tower master—that would be suicide.
But they would target the outer areas, especially those floating ports still under construction.
Pollock had fantasized more than once about rushing in, pillaging one of those sites, and making a fortune overnight.
Yet every time, those daydreams were smothered by the same deeply buried fear.