The Roya mountains.
It was a huge mountain range that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles. The peaks gathered in the middle of the mountain range, and the end of the mountain range could not be seen. There were many magical beasts and other intelligent races that were left behind from the mage era. It was dangerous.
It was also the boundary that separated the central continent and the West Coast. If one wanted to reach the central continent, one would have to pass through this place. Unless they took an airship or other items, ordinary warlocks would not be able to pass through it.
At this moment, at the edge of the mountain range.
A figure trembled as he walked out.
His hair was messy like weeds, and he was wearing a golden Sorcerer's robe. There were several big holes in the robe, which could only cover his private parts.
His body trembled as he walked out of the mountain range. His face was filled with unconcealable joy.
