Overpowered Wizard

The Bramblevale Keep was a monumental construction. It was as wide as a stadium and as tall as a skyscraper. It had six sides and a hexagonal design. The steps leading up its elevated foundation had twenty-foot tall greenery going down each of the edges of the hexagon. The grounds around the keep were spacious, with manicured grass and stone pavement combined in checkered patterns.

Now that Zarian was looking up at the keep from the bottom, he didn’t think three thousand men were enough to barricade the massive structure. However, three thousand men were enough to cover the one major door leading inside.

That door was already barred with magic. Zarian examined the walls, using the telescope and highlighting features of his Sophisticated Monocle.

The windows were narrow slits. They had enough space for airflow, and that was it.

He felt an immense amount of aura channeling through the Bramblevale Keep’s walls. The entire structure was enchanted to impede forceful invasions.

It had so much power running through its runic veins that even Zarian felt uncertain he could break through. At least during the day time.

Maybe if he had waited until night time then he wouldn’t be uncertain.

“Yes, I know. This is quite a mighty statement of power, defense, and extravagant tax spending, taking from the meager earnings of serfs and poor vendors to protect those who are already well-protected.” Arnold chuckled while stooped over slightly, his hands behind his back, looking like an old and frail man.

Zarian knew that age played a factor even if a person was in the Level 70s or 80s. They could only evade the dwindling of their life energy if they ascend to the higher worlds.