As the masters of the elements, mages would always have some sort of connection with the Elemental Planes.
Not long ago, mages had even constructed bases in the various Elemental Planes in order to collect resources and choose talents. The smallest of these bases was the Fire Elemental Plane. In fact, it could only be described as a temporary base.
In the Cloud Tower's records, the other Elemental Planes and Outer Planes' bases were all described as certain cities or towns. However, the Fire Elemental Plane's base was described as a Fire Elemental Plane observation room.
When I arrived at the Fire Elemental Plane, I discovered that even the name of an observation room was exaggerated. There was only a Dimensional Door buried deep underground and some specially preserved food and water.
The mage stationed at the Fire Elemental Plane greeted me in surprise when he saw me walk out of the Dimensional Door. However, he was obviously depressed when he discovered that I wasn't one of the mages who had switched shifts with him.
"Master Roland, if it's possible, please suggest to the higher-ups that we cancel this Fire Elemental Plane observation room and just keep the Dimensional Door. Last year, we only left the Fire Elemental Plane two times a year, and the number of visitors we received was less than two digits … "
The middle-aged mage named Moti started complaining endlessly about the bastard's working environment when he saw the Truth Emblem on my chest.
The fact that he didn't recognize me at all doubtlessly meant that he hadn't returned to the mortal plane for a very long time.
Although the other Elemental Planes were tough, they were quite beneficial for mages who specialized in elemental magic. The high Elemental Tide was a great thing for magic cultivation. The local elemental resources could be used to increase one's income by ten percent. There were quite a few mages who were willing to apply for a Fire Elemental Plane observation room every year.
As Moti complained, I learned that no mage in the Fire Elemental Plane had ever applied for a Fire Elemental Plane observation room. The observation room was forcefully assigned to fire mages.
The extremely harsh environment and high temperatures were one of the reasons. However, the main reason was that the Fire Elemental Plane's native residents were far too "hospitable."
Middle-level and low-level elemental creatures didn't need to eat. If they weren't driven by someone (this was basically impossible in the mortal plane. They wouldn't be able to come to the mortal plane without being summoned or driven by someone), they wouldn't be very aggressive in most situations. Only fire elemental creatures would be as active as rabid dogs and unhesitatingly attack any living target.
And it just so happened that fire elemental creatures were incredibly valuable opponents. It would be fine if they could win, but if they couldn't, they would self-destruct. Finally, they would painstakingly achieve victory, and it was likely that all the elemental materials they had collected would have been destroyed. Not only that, this was their home turf, so it would be impossible to kill them. Nobody would like such opponents.
In a sense, the Fire Elemental Plane was the Elemental Plane closest to the Abyss. Many Fire Elemental Lords had dual identities as demons and elemental creatures. Most demons had fire elemental bloodlines in their bodies, so they had extraordinary fire resistance.
Here, the high temperature and sulfuric air made it impossible for mortals to survive. The extremely aggressive elemental residents were a disaster for any outsider.
Mage Moti, who was in front of me, had faint dark runes flowing on her skin. Her eyes were also faintly glowing with a fiery light. It was obvious that she was also a member of the Chaos Abyss. The red magic runes on her arms and legs were obviously unique to fire archmages.
A demonkin with a fire-type bloodline. It seemed his rank wasn't low either. What a rare creature.
I felt rather sorry for this unlucky bastard. I heard that he had already been stationed here for seven years. Based on the usual three to five year cycle, he should have been replaced long ago. And since Moti had finished his mission, he should have been transferred back to the headquarters for a promotion, a pay raise, and a fair, rich, and beautiful wife … Obviously, either he couldn't find a suitable candidate, or he had already been forgotten by the headquarters. That was why he was so friendly and friendly with every passerby, hoping to pass on his message.
"Only a few people come every year. On average, you don't see a single person every month. Even if you want to find someone to talk to, you're so unlucky."
"Yeah, I thought that my bloodline was suitable for such an environment. I was so lucky. Not only did I see a single person every month, the worst time was when I didn't see a single person for one year and three months. Whenever I went out, all I saw were those endless mad dogs and bomb maniacs. I originally had an acolyte, but he left without any protection after only four weeks. He was sent back to the mortal plane with burns and poison all over his body. That bastard was burnt to a crisp, but he was still smiling when he left. I'm going to take care of him when I get back. But I heard from the last guest that he was already promoted to be at the same rank as me. This is …"
The result of not talking to anyone for a long time was that I would immediately become a chatterbox when I had the chance.
In the past, Moti's acolyte had managed to reach the same rank as himself, but he had been held back for many years because of a rubbish position that was sent out to the outside world. He hadn't made any progress at all as he watched other youngsters climb above him, while he himself was still wasting his time. Wasn't this the real-life version of a mid-life crisis? The more I looked at it, the sadder I felt.
It was no wonder that he was so friendly. It was probably because of my Truth Emblem that he hoped that I would be able to speak up for him at the Truth Symposium.
"Sure, it's no big deal. I'll talk to the Truth Symposium when I get back. Is Senator Ryan in charge of sending people out to the outside world? I'm quite familiar with him. "
I immediately agreed, but I still didn't add any cold water when I saw how overjoyed the archmage mage was.
The current Moti was probably an "exiled" from the headquarters. It was rare for him to meet a "high-ranking official" from the headquarters, so of course he would try his best to curry favor with Moti in hopes of changing things for the better.
But as far as I could remember, the Truth Symposium was currently in the midst of a full-scale war. They wouldn't have any spare time to take care of the people who were sent out to the outside world. It was just like World War II in my previous world. When the major countries fought against each other, the overseas colonies that were far away from home would be long forgotten. Not to mention, the Truth Symposium would be an "isolated island" with no resources, no actual combat information, and no practical use for the Truth Symposium.
It was likely that Moti would be forgotten for a very long time before the war. Perhaps the Truth Symposium would be reestablished after the war, and if his previous superior died in battle or was sent to another position, Moti would still be forgotten by the new superior …
Of course, saying anything right now would be meaningless. After all, everything was still changing.
Perhaps as the Holy War continued, the Elemental Planes would become meaningless. Perhaps the Elemental Planes would be canceled, and Moti would naturally return. Or perhaps the mages would have higher expectations for the Elemental Planes and invest more into them. As a veteran here, this would also be a chance for Moti to rise up.
"Continue working hard. At the very least, the situation won't get any worse than it already is."
I said something that sounded like a polite encouragement. It would be best not to make any random promises at a time like this. However, I was already satisfied with such an answer. Moti's eagerness also helped me quite a bit.
I had been stationed here for so long, constantly being attacked by the fire element. I was so bored that I could only desperately cultivate. Although Moti didn't have a high position, his power level far surpassed his peers. I could sense that this dark-skinned, middle-aged man had actually broken through the Legend rank and faintly reached the level of Saint. However, his emblem was only a Gold emblem.
Ten years ago, a Saint-ranked archmage like Moti wouldn't have been left here to waste his time.
Not only did Moti understand the situation here, his combat strength was also quite high. This allowed him to travel through this dangerous plane. His rather boring job had helped him greatly in developing new planes. At the very least, he could be said to be an expert in the Fire Elemental Plane.
Thanks to Moti's introduction, I was gradually able to see the most recent developments in the Fire Elemental Plane.
"The new Fire Elemental God? When did this happen? Why haven't there been any reports!? "
"I've already made a report. I wrote a report five days ago, but I haven't received any response. Did something happen in the Cloud Tower?"
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