Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 920 The Wall of Sighs

I just arrived in the far north city and someone came looking for me?

Thor took two steps down to the first floor, went to open the door, and said, "Hello, I am Thor."

Standing outside the door was an old wizard with white hair and beard, his face full of wrinkles, looking like a centenarian among ordinary people.

He was wearing a gray fleece-lined robe, with a kind smile on his face, and his demeanor was that of an ordinary person.

Thor frowned slightly, looked him over, and asked hesitantly, "Murphy... Your Excellency?"

The other person's smile widened slightly. "How did you figure that out?"

"I guessed from the context," Thor thought to himself.

Of course, he couldn't answer like that; he could only say, "I've heard my mentor mention you."

"He'll mention me?" Murphy stroked his beard, then looked up and saw Claire behind Thor. "Hi, you're Thor's friend, right?"

Thor turned around and beckoned Claire over; this fourth-tier wizard was indeed very respectable.

"Hello, Lord Murphy. My name is Claire." Claire performed a courtly curtsy.

"Oh, I know you, the magical little girl who ruined the Lost Corridor." Murphy said this with a smile, showing no sign of defending Frim.

He seemed completely unconcerned that the dignity of a fourth-tier wizard had been offended by a second-tier wizard.

After exchanging greetings, Thor invited Murphy into the room, but Murphy himself came to invite them to the Wailing Wall.

"Although you've just arrived, you should rest first. However, with less than a month until the Black Tide strikes, I want to take this opportunity to have a good talk with you."

"Okay, business comes first."

Neither Thor nor Claire had any objections.

Murphy raised his cane and tapped it lightly on the ground. The surrounding environment instantly changed, and the three of them found themselves on a magnificent, tall gray building.

This building resembles a tall tower, standing at a height of thirty meters, surpassing all other buildings in the far north city.

However, to the left of this building, there is a towering wall that seems to reach the sky, soaring straight into the clouds.

Thor looked up and felt as if the world had turned upside down in an instant. A wind came from above, blowing on the ground and stirring up a snowy mist.

But when the white fog dissipated, it was discovered that it was just an illusion caused by the imposing height of the wall in front of them.

"It's truly... magnificent." Thor closed his eyes, and he could almost hear the sounds of fighting and waves coming from behind the high walls.

Wave after wave crashed, interspersed with the sounds of burning flesh and disintegrating ice peaks.

But when he opened his eyes, all around was still quiet, with only the breathing of the two people beside him.

Murphy smiled at Thor, but Claire seemed somewhat bewildered, as if she hadn't sensed anything.

"What is this?" Thor asked, puzzled.

"These are the memories of the Wailing Wall." Murphy stepped forward and touched the gray wall with his hand.

His hands were dark yellow and aged, with wrinkles all over his knuckles.

The bricks and stones of the Wall of Sighs are covered with marks of wind and rain erosion.

One person, one wall, filled with the flavor of time.

"This is the testimony of the Wailing Wall." Murphy's expression turned sad for a moment, but he quickly composed himself, tapping the wall with his knuckles to produce a dull sound. "It's a pity that only those with mental strength approaching the fourth level can see this sign. Otherwise, I really want to set up a paid experience so that wizards who want to temper their mental bodies can come and experience it. Twenty thousand magic crystals per session would instantly solve the money shortage problem in the far north."

The mysterious and imposing fourth-tier wizard had suddenly transformed into a shrewd businessman. Claire's mouth dropped open; she was momentarily speechless.

Thor chuckled and offered Murphy a suggestion, "Even if you can't experience it, you can still have a paid trial. We can just offer a discount each time. I believe many people will come and try it. After all, everyone has that 'what if' mentality."

It's like buying a lottery ticket.

"That's a good idea. I'll let them plan it out." Murphy laughed and tapped the ground with his cane. The platform they were standing on suddenly began to rise rapidly.

The wind instantly changed from gentle to fierce, and the hems of the three people's clothes immediately clung to their bodies.

They rushed into the clouds within minutes.

The platform rose sharply and then came to a sudden stop. If Thor and Cleo hadn't been so strong, they probably would have been thrown off by the sudden stop.

"This is the highest level of the Wailing Wall." Murphy led them from the platform to the top of the gray wall.

This is a passageway ten meters wide, with walls of varying heights on both sides, and protruding platforms at intervals, on which magical arrays are lit year-round.

There were over a dozen wizards stationed here, the weakest of whom was a second-tier wizard. There were even four third-tier wizards. The density was much higher than at the Tribunal.

Thor had seen the coastline of the far north; he knew the far north resembled an acute triangle. And the Wall of Sighs was located at the apex of this triangle.

Therefore, the Wall of Sighs is not as long as the Red Sea Forest, but because it is closer to the Eye of the Abyss, the area where it can engage enemies is actually smaller.

But the enemy is much stronger.

Murphy led Thor and Claire on a tour of the Wall of Sighs, explaining its history as they walked.

"...The Wall of Sighs was built in the third year after the Eye of the Abyss appeared, and the second year after the continent of Deseldir was swallowed up. Although everyone says that I created the Wall of Sighs, that is just an exaggerated statement to praise me."

Murphy smiled and didn't seem to care at all about revealing his shortcomings in front of Saul and Claire.

"While I can create such a large wall—you know I specialize in earth magic—I simply cannot guarantee that it will have the strength to withstand the black tide while maintaining its size. Therefore, in addition to my magic, this is also thanks to the efforts of many fourth-tier wizards in Far North City."

Many fourth-tier wizards?

Thor and Claire exchanged a glance, but right now, isn't Murphy the only fourth-tier wizard in Far North City?

Could it be that all those fourth-tier wizards before...?

Murphy noticed their confusion and laughed again, "Haha, you're young. You don't know that before the Eye of the Abyss fell into the wizarding world and the Black Tide sealed off the world's ascent path, there were still double-digit fourth-tier wizards in the world."

"But now there are only six fourth-tier wizards left, no, seven if you include the mentors." Thor did the math and felt a pang of desolation.

"Yes, it's getting harder and harder to advance to the fourth tier now. Luckily, Gorsa succeeded. But soon it will be back to six people." Murphy shook his head, his face full of emotion.

"You mean Lord Norton?" Thor also sighed, as fourth-tier wizards are normally immortal. They all have their own life foundation, and as long as the foundation remains intact, they can be resurrected even after death.

Thor's life will be built upon the powerful force of destiny woven by the Symphony of Fate. And this will be a secret known only to him. Even the consciousness within the diary is unaware of his true purpose in orchestrating the Symphony of Fate.

The only one who knew some of the inside story was Kismet, but the Symphony of Fate was not exactly the same as the Death Thread that Kismet gave him. It was a scheme that Thor improved based on the Fate Thread form of the Iridescent World.

In the wizarding world, only Thor himself knows the secret of the Fate Line.

However, even fourth-tier wizards with a life foundation are not completely immortal.

At least Thor now knows that when a wizard's path of pursuit comes to an end and he has no way to open up a new path, his existence will become saturated. Just as the moon wanes after it is full, a wizard who becomes saturated will eventually disappear.

Just like an ordinary person dying of old age.

(End of this chapter)