The Tower of Morning Star has no connection with the Morning Star family among the four nobles. It just borrows the concept of the sun, moon and star, and is set as one of the three rune strongholds guarding the Bandinoril barrier.
Nowadays, the two rune stones of the sun and moon that make up Bandinoril's barrier have been corroded, and the barrier has also collapsed. The Tower of Morning Star has lost its original role.
But to the owner of this mage tower, missions and responsibilities are irrelevant. She will only care about things that interest her.
The owner of the Tower of Stars is the Archmage Melia Starwhisper.
Even in the magical kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the number of archmages is very few.
In contrast, their social status is very respected, and each archmage will become the goal and idol in the minds of the mage apprentices.
...that's how it should be.
Deep Shadow Manor is adjacent to the Tower of Morning Star, and Thalayan has known Melia since she was a child.
In his mind, this archmage who was never tidy was a complete and utter witch.
In the southern part of Yongsong Forest, whenever the name Melia Starwhisper is mentioned, most people's expressions will become wonderful.
In some families, Melia's name can even become a weapon for adults to scare children.
On the way to the Tower of the Morning Star, Salorian seized this little time to give one-on-one patient guidance to the apprentices who had left school for the first time in a long time.
"Salayan, you defeated a quasi-legendary orc sword master. How do you feel now?"
Sarlayan curled his lips in disinterest: "What kind of quasi-legend is that?"
"That guy's physical strength is indeed very strong. Whether it's physical fitness, experience, or skills, they are far beyond what I can match now."
"But I don't know why. There seems to be some knot in his heart. He can't fully display his original strength. He seems very hesitant when he takes action."
"Besides, we haven't really defeated him. Those superficial injuries won't really affect our combat effectiveness."
"It's better to say it's a retreat than a defeat."
"To say the least, the main force in this battle is not me, but Vereesa."
With the help of the barrage, Sarlayan reviewed the entire battle with an objective attitude.
To be fair, in the battle with Samuro, Sarlayan didn't play a big role. At best, he was just a human shield and a stick in the front to attract attention.
If Vereesa's long-range sniping hadn't put a lot of pressure on Samuro, who was in poor condition, the three rookies would have been sent to the graveyard sooner or later by Samuro.
Salorian smiled happily, stretched out his big hand and rubbed Salorian's scalp.
"I'm glad you have a clear understanding of your own strength."
"That orc swordmaster's mentality is indeed not normal and he cannot display his normal strength. Otherwise, even with Vereesa's help, the four of you will not be his opponent."
Salorian obtained information about the Fireblade Master from Veleth.
Every swordmaster who can bear the banner of the Burning Blade is an elite who has experienced hundreds of battles, and Samuro is the best among them.
It is said that he has long been recognized by the old chief of the Burning Blade Clan as the next chief heir and the leader of all sword masters.
In the brief encounter before, Salorian saw that something was wrong with Samuro's state.
"He looked like he had lost the faith he had held on to for many years. He was in a trance and couldn't concentrate at all."
"If you participate in a battle in a state where you are distracted at all times, it is natural that you will be defeated."
"Faith..."
Sarlayan frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Mentor, is faith really that important to a warrior?"
"certainly!"
Salorian's expression became solemn: "Faith is the source of the will to fight. Think about it for a moment. If one day you suddenly don't know what you are fighting for, what state will you be in then?"
"Hmm..." Sarlayan pondered for a moment: "Maybe... you can't even hold a weapon?"
"That's probably what it means."
Salorian raised his hand and pointed to the north: "My belief is to protect the Sunwell. If the Sunwell is destroyed one day, my will to fight will fall to the bottom in an instant."
"But on the other hand, as long as the Sunwell still exists, I will always maintain a high fighting spirit and will not be easily defeated by any external factors."
"Salayan, I don't know why you are fighting, but you'd better find your own beliefs."
"alright."
Salorian clapped his hands and said, "These vague theories may be a little too early for you. Let's talk about something more practical."
Putting his hand on Salorian's shoulder, a strange energy poured into Salorian's body along Salorian's palm.
"As expected, you still control your anger with passion, and you haven't completed the apprenticeship tasks I left for you."
Sarlayan smiled helplessly and said: "Mentor, I have been trying to arouse anger without being affected by emotions, but..."
"I know, it's not that easy, right?"
"yes."
Salorian patted Salorian on the shoulder encouragingly: "Take your time, anger control is an important skill that all warriors need to continue to study and improve."
"Using emotions to arouse anger is the most primitive method. Although it is very effective, it can easily cause the user to become addicted to emotions and unable to remain calm enough in battle."
"Controlling anger and emotions is like mastering ice and fire at the same time. You have to find a delicate balance between the two."
"This is not an easy task and requires a lot of experience."
"When you gradually become accustomed to bursting out in anger in a calm state, you are only one step away from becoming an elite warrior."
Sarlayan nodded as if he understood: 'Control your anger...'
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The Tower of Morning Star is not far from Deep Shadow Manor, and it only takes ten minutes to walk there.
The team led by Salorian had the king's mandate and deliberately accelerated their march, arriving at the gate of the Tower of Morning Star in only 5 minutes.
There was no need to knock on the door. When Sarlayan and others came to the tower, they clearly felt a wave of magic sweeping over them.
Apparently, the owner of the tower had discovered that guests were visiting.
A lifeless-sounding female voice came from inside the door, and her voice was somewhat distant.
"Little Sarlayan, it's rare that you take the initiative to come to see my sister. Don't tell me why you're here. Let me draw a tube of blood."
Sariluoan slapped his forehead helplessly: "Melia, stop making trouble, we are here for business."
"Hmph! I don't care what your business is. If you ask for anything, you must pay for it. This is the rule of the Tower of Morning Star. Don't tell me you don't know."
"Hey~"
Thalayan knew Melia's stubborn temper very well, so he could only look at Thalayan aside with tangled eyes.
Sarlayan himself didn't care much about this: "Okay, isn't it just a tube of blood? You can take it. We do have something important to ask for."
"oh?"
There was more playfulness in Melia's lazy voice, and the originally closed door of the mage tower automatically opened inwards.
"Then come in. I guess your reason for coming is related to the tribe's invasion, right?"