"Damn it! This place is less than thirty kilometers away from Sellon, how come there are so many goblins? Doesn't it mean that the places ruled by Ms. Selul Anji are all safe?"
Looking at being In the carriage destroyed by the fireball technique, a middle-aged man who looked to be about forty years old and slightly fat was cursing through gritted teeth while turning around and running back crazily, with a pained expression on his fat face.
Judging from his attire, he should be the leader or owner of this caravan.
Losing a carriage and its cargo will cost it at least hundreds or even thousands of gold coins.
If it is something of high value such as silk, spices, magic items, etc., this number will expand several times.
This is unmitigated bad news for any businessman.
However, in Faerûn, a world full of monsters, bandits, cults, and evil dragons, anyone who wants to go out for business must be mentally prepared to face various crises.
So although the merchant felt distressed when a carriage was set alight by the fireball spell, he did not order the surrounding mercenaries and employees to put out the fire and rescue the goods.
The reason is simple!
Compared with the loss of money, he cares more about his own life.
The top priority right now is not to reduce losses, but to ensure that the caravan can survive the goblin raid.
Especially the opponent also has a caster who can release the three-ring fireball spell.
This is an extremely terrifying and deadly threat to most teams without the ability to cast spells.
“Please, Sambia is currently fighting a civil war, how can there be an absolutely safe place.
Nobles and warlords in many places have begun to bribe and hire orcs and jackals , goblins, ogres and other monsters
What's more, they will allow these guys to plunder towns and slaughter serfs who have been abandoned by their masters.
Maybe these goblins were funded by the nobles and wealthy merchants in the north to deliberately disrupt the trade routes.
In comparison, Ms. Seluer Anji’s place is pretty good.
At least she won't just find any reason to confiscate the merchant's goods, let alone those greedy officials and thieves' guilds who exploit them at all levels.
If I were to vote for a person to be the king of Sambia, I would definitely vote for Ms. Selul Anji. ”
A male warrior wearing chain mail next to the obese businessman rolled his eyes angrily, and raised his shield to help the former block the inferior arrows shot by the goblin.
Although every one of the guys who are still making a living in this country are vultures, they feed on war, killing and death, and occasionally act as bandits when necessary.
But this does not mean that they do not want a safe and stable place to settle their families, or to leave a way out for themselves.
So compared to the oligarchs in the north who have long torn off their hypocritical masks and shown their cold and brutal side, the south of Sambia, which implements a high degree of centralization and dictatorship, is safer and more prosperous.
After all, Selul Anji is also one of Zuo Si's followers, so he will naturally receive some overt and covert funding from the West Coast Empire.
And with the Kingdom of Cormyr at its back, the sea routes are still open, allowing for various trade activities.
Both food and taxes are guaranteed to a certain extent.
Although the life of civilians is not considered wealthy, at least the two basic survival requirements of safety and filling their stomachs are guaranteed.
This is why the northern oligarchs have executed large-scale executions of escaped serfs and slaves more than once, but they still cannot stop the countless fleeing lower-class people.
Under the rule of northern oligarchs and warlords, they really can't survive.
Many, even whole families, were packaged and sold to the red-robed mage in Sere and the slave merchants of Zhentil Castle, just in exchange for the most scarce food.
Because of the last food war launched by Zuo Si, the northern region of Sambia still has not recovered from the huge damage to the production structure even after such a long time.
On the contrary, because Seluer Anji in the south adopted a dictatorial rule, he confiscated a large amount of land from wealthy merchants and nobles and distributed it to serfs, forcing them to plant corresponding crops in accordance with the government's requirements, ensuring the most basic supplies of grain, vegetables, fruits and meat.
As a businessman who dared to take huge risks from the north of Sambia to the south to do business, Fatty certainly knew that what the mercenary captain beside him said was absolutely correct, but he still couldn't help but complain: " When we signed the contract, we agreed that you would ensure the safety of the caravan, but now a carriage has been burned down. You must kill that damn goblin caster as soon as possible, or another fireball will destroy my business. You'll lose money."
"Shut up! Are you still thinking about the goods at this time? Open your eyes and take a look at how many goblins there are."
The mercenary captain unceremoniously pushed the businessman to the ground to prevent him from being hit by flying arrows and javelins, and then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Samuel! Get the hell out of that guy who can cast fireballs!" The goblin spellcaster! If he fires another shot, all our commissions will be ruined!"
"Head, are you kidding me? Look at the shield-wielding guards around me. Not going in. What's more, he must be blessed with mage armor and protective arrows."
An archer hiding behind the carriage killed a goblin who came up to attack him with a short sword. , the leather armor was covered with foul-smelling blood, and he didn't dare to stick his head out at all.
Anyone with a bit of common sense knows how "terrible" the goblins' archery skills are.
It is estimated that even they themselves do not know where the arrows they shoot will fly. It is almost as good as the Brownian motion bombs launched by a large country in South Asia.
Are you afraid of arrows whose flight paths are completely unpredictable?
What's more, those arrows that are rusty, black, and covered with plaque are likely to have tetanus and other horrific "enchantment" effects.
Some people were stabbed by goblin arrows or spears. As a result, they started to have a fever a few hours later, causing the wounds to become red, swollen and ulcerated, until they died painfully.
To cure this terrible symptom requires at least a three-ring magic or a bottle of disease-treating potion, which is simply not something that low-level adventurers and mercenaries can afford.
"Then what do you think we should do? We can't let the goblin caster continue to release fireballs, right? If this guy does it again, we can't expect to get the rest of the commission. Maybe Whether you can escape alive or not is a question.”
The mercenary captain was obviously a little anxious. He stared at the goblin who had just cast the fireball spell and was groping for spell-casting materials in his pocket. All the nerves in his body were tense.
You must know that the team he leads is not an elite team. Except for himself, who is a mere LV3 warrior, the others do not even have professional ranks at all. At best, they can only be regarded as militiamen with a small amount of training.
If they relied on fortifications to fight, they might be able to repel goblins and kobolds that were several times or even ten times their number.
But there is no advantage at all in this kind of raid.
The most important thing is that there are too many goblins, two to three hundred of them.
"If it doesn't work, just retreat. Save your life first. Anyway, these goblins must have come to rob the goods. They shouldn't chase them too far after getting what they want."
There is one who looks old. The thirty-year-old veteran expressed his opinion.
After all, the commission for the task of escorting the caravan this time is not high. It is only three or five gold coins at best if it is allocated to each person. How can you spend such a small amount of money?
After hearing this, the businessman immediately got up and screamed: "No! No! You can't do this! I will go bankrupt! And this is different from what is said in the contract!"
" Idiot! Who cares about the contract at this time?"
The old fritter curled his lips disdainfully.
You must know that thirty years old can be considered a "longevity" in the mercenary industry, which has a very high mortality rate.
Most young people who rush in and want to make a name for themselves and start a career usually don't even survive the first four months to half a year before dying in some battle.
So guys like this who have been working for several years without dying have their own code of conduct and way of survival. They know when to fight hard and when to run away.
In this situation, it is obvious that it is time to run away.
As for the credibility problem caused by abandoning the employer at a critical moment, the worst case scenario is that the team will change its name or be disbanded and reorganized in place to start over.
Only by ensuring your own survival can you continue to make money and enjoy wine and women.
It must be said that the words of the veteran immediately made the members of the mercenary team excited.
The captain stared at his employer with a frightening glare in his eyes, clearly intending to kill and silence him.
As long as you kill the businessman and steal the money he carries, you can naturally leave Sambia and go somewhere else to live happily for a while.
Anyway, the entire Faerûn continent is not peaceful at the moment.
Whether it is the revival of the northern elf kingdom Cormanthor, the battle between Shade City and Zhentil Keep, which claims to be the successor of Netheril, or the sudden emergence of a large number of monsters in the Kingdom of Cormyr, As well as the war between the Mulhorand Empire and Unther east of the Sea of Fallen Stars, experienced mercenary groups are being recruited everywhere.
The only thing that is relatively peaceful is the West Coast Empire and the surrounding radiation range established through the trade alliance.
As long as the war continues, they will never worry about running out of food.
The businessman undoubtedly noticed the changes in these mercenaries. He was immediately sweating profusely with fear, and every piece of fat on his body was trembling uncontrollably: "Don't... don't kill me! In the name of the goddess of wealth, I I swear that I will give you double the reward after arriving in Sellon! No, not double, but three times or four times.”
"I'm sorry, Mr. Employer, it's too late. Now I feel that instead of working hard to earn that pitiful commission, I would rather just kill you for the money you got."
As he spoke, the mercenary captain smiled and swung his hand. He picked up the leaf hammer in his hand and planned to open the businessman's head.
Anyway, some goblins took the blame, and he wasn't worried about anyone accidentally finding him.
Even if the brainless paladin tried his best to find out the truth, the entire mercenary team had already left Sambia's sphere of influence.
“NO!!!”
Looking at the hammer above his head reflecting the dazzling silver light in the sunlight, the businessman's pants instantly became wet, and his face was full of fear and despair.
But at this critical moment, a loud bird call suddenly resounded through the sky, followed by a strange bird covered with fiery red feathers that suddenly flew through the space and dived straight towards the position of the goblin caster. Go down.
Due to the speed, the several surrounding shield-wielding guards had no time to react.
The goblin spellcaster quickly activated a magic pendant and instantly released dazzling magic missiles.
These small light groups composed entirely of force fields hit the strange bird one after another, but they had little effect, only knocking off a few feathers.
The next second...
The red strange bird directly grabbed the goblin caster and flew into the air. When it flew to a height of several hundred meters, it suddenly released its claws.
The latter fell to the ground with a snap and died after a few seconds of free fall.
Obviously, this goblin has not learned or prepared the [Feather Falling Technique], otherwise a falling situation like this would be nothing to a prepared arcane spell caster.
Just when everyone was shocked by this sudden change, Dumbledore finally appeared in their sight.
However, this centenarian man did not use his best magic spell, but activated a very inconspicuous small object, then pulled out the sharp sword hanging from his waist and rushed into the goblins to activate Wushuang. Mowing mode.
Countless goblins were helpless in front of the sharp sword in his hand, and were easily split in half on the spot, with blood and internal organs splattering and staining the ground red.
If Zuo Si was here, he would definitely recognize that the effect surrounding Dumbledore's body at this moment is exactly the strengthening magic promoted by Hermione.
Due to changes in the spellcasting environment, spells on the magical earth simply do not work on the continent of Faerûn.
As a last resort, he could only use magic storage items that were made using part of this world's magic technology. With the help of enhanced magic, he could kill these little monsters that looked no different from bandits and save the surrounding areas of the convoy. Human beings who are under attack.
After all, the wizards who graduated from Gryffindor House at Hogwarts were all very reckless. Its founder also left a sword, so Dumbledore also learned and practiced swordsmanship when he was young.
Although it has not been used for decades, it is still no problem to bully goblins with the blessing of strengthening magic.
At this moment, this old man with gray hair and beard looks a bit like the "Sword Master of Middle-earth" Gandalf. Everywhere he passes are mutilated corpses, even the agile goblin dogs. Neither can get close.
Wherever the silver sword light flashes, enemies will inevitably fall.
As we all know, goblins have never been a courageous race.
When they witnessed the powerful spellcaster leader falling to death, the tribe's bravest warriors were killed one after another like little chickens. They immediately abandoned the convoy and fled screaming, leaving only a mess everywhere.
“Phew—these little monsters finally ran away.
Otherwise I won’t be able to hold on any longer.
This kind of too fierce battle is not suitable for someone my age. It's really hard for an old man.
It seems that the world is much more brutal and dangerous than I imagined.
And I have to find a place where I can learn magic as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very troublesome if I encounter more powerful monsters. "
Dumbledore shook off the blood on his sword and muttered a few words in a low voice.
There is no doubt that his appearance and the goblin's escape directly caused the servant who originally planned to kill his employer to The soldiers were stunned in place.
Especially the captain who had raised the leaf hammer and planned to kill him was now frozen in place, while the fat businessman showed an expression of ecstasy and struggled to get up. He told the old man who saved his life in a very fast Common Tongue and tried to seek refuge from him.
It was a pity that Dumbledore couldn't understand the common language of Faerûn at all. I don’t know that the middle-aged fat man in front of me said a lot of things he wanted to express
However, judging from the expressions of the mercenaries and the nervous reactions of both parties, it seems that internal conflicts broke out due to unknown reasons.
Because he didn't understand the situation, the old man couldn't make a judgment. He could only use gestures and movements to signal both sides not to conflict.
He did not realize at all that the biggest difference between Faerûn and the Magic Earth was that there were real gods here.
Therefore, those who believe in evil gods will not feel any guilt when killing people. Instead, they will think that they are practicing their teachings. Even if they are caught and killed, it will be a supreme honor.
So most of the devout followers of the evil god are a group of lunatics who are not afraid of death.
Law and order have no deterrent effect on them.
Anyone with some religious knowledge knows that the soul of a believer after death will be taken away to obtain eternal life in the kingdom of gods.
In the end, with the mediation of the Hogwarts Sword Master who did not understand the language, the merchants and mercenaries calmed down at least and did not continue the fierce quarreling or even cursing, but they only maintained a superficial peace.
They have obviously realized that this powerful old man is most likely from another plane.
This is so common in Faerûn, where travelers are everywhere, that it is not worth making a fuss about.
The businessman's plan was to first arrive at the nearest city, Serron, under the protection of Dumbledore, and then report the mercenaries' intention to murder their employer to the local law enforcement authorities.
The mercenaries were thinking of finding an opportunity to kill the fat man on the last thirty roads.
If you can't help it, run away before entering the city, otherwise they will be caught and hanged.
Under the surging undercurrent, the seemingly distant caravan quickly buried the dead, packed up the goods, and set off again.
But Dumbledore obviously doesn't care about this. He is observing everything around him through his wise eyes, and then judging the general situation of the world and the overall level of civilization.
It didn't take long for him to realize from the weapons, armor, clothes, shoes and the dazzling array of goods on the carriages of the caravan members that the world might be in a state similar to that of the earth in the fourteenth century.
But the living standards of civilians are relatively better. Unlike the scrawny serfs in the Middle Ages, most people's physical condition and nutritional intake are pretty good.
The cargo even includes exquisite glassware, pottery, herbs, weapons, armor, spices and translucent spider silk clothing embroidered with beautiful patterns.
It was not until close to the 18th or even 19th century that products like this became widely available on the earth.
The most important thing is that the old man did not find many things related to magic in the convoy, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Fortunately, the destination of the caravan must be to sell the goods. As long as you follow these locals, you can go to the town, so Dumbledore patiently followed the convoy and moved forward slowly.
After about a few hours, it started to get dark, and the team stopped in a relatively empty place on the roadside and started cutting wood to make a fire for cooking.
Although it is very close to the city of Serron, according to the fat businessman's idea, it is best to go through the city gate in one go and stay in a hotel in the safe city.
But the problem is that most cities in Faerûn will close their city gates at night to prevent enemies or monsters from using the cover of night to rush in and cause damage.
This means that even if the caravan arrives at Sellon, the defenders will not open the door to them. Instead, they have to spend the night outside the city wall and wait for dawn before the city gate opens before they can enter.
Since they were destined to be unable to enter the city tonight, the fat businessman naturally had no need to urge the team to rush on a dangerous night.
After a while, the driver and the guys in the caravan lit a bonfire, put up the iron pot and started cooking soup.
As for the meat, it is basically air-dried sausages or pickled bacon and fish.
Add some dried mushrooms, onions, cabbage, carrots, and finally sprinkle some thickened bread crumbs and cheese, and a pot of soup with Sambian characteristics is ready.
In order to please his savior, the fat businessman personally filled a large bowl for Dumbledore and also cut a large piece of white flour that was not very hard.
"Thank you!" Dumbledore nodded and took the food with a smile. He followed the example of others and soaked the bread in the soup, then put it in his mouth and took a bite.
Hmm - it tastes pretty good.
He commented from the bottom of his heart.
Of course, this so-called "good" is only for British people who have lived in food deserts for many years.
If it were Zuo Silai, he would definitely regard this pot of random stew as dark cuisine.
Especially if bread crumbs and cheese are thrown into the soup, he will not accept it under any circumstances, let alone take a sip.
After eating his share, Dumbledore sat in front of the campfire with his back against the wheel of the carriage and looked up at the stars.
Through the completely different positions of the stars in the sky and on the earth, he could finally be 100% sure that he had left his hometown and was in a completely unknown world.
The long-lost excitement and anticipation filled his brain, causing the old man not to feel sleepy at all.
In order to prevent the mercenaries from plotting against him, the fat businessman brought a bottle of fine wine to Dumbledore after dinner to get close to him.
After the two of them finished drinking a bottle of wine in different languages, the businessman lay down on the ground next to him and pretended to fall asleep.
He knew very well that as long as he spent this last night safely, he would be completely out of danger.
So even though I was very tired and sleepy, I still didn't dare to really sleep, but forced myself to stay alert.
On the other side, the mercenaries also realized that tonight was the last chance to take action, so they made a ruthless plan to lure the old man away first, and then kill their employer without stopping and steal everything from him. The money escaped.
Soon, the thief in the team who was good at moving forward disappeared into the darkness, quietly took out a piece of something wrapped in layers of parchment, and threw it into the middle of the horses and livestock that were eating feed.
In an instant!
The horses, cows and other animals responsible for pulling the cart, which were very quiet a second ago, immediately roared uneasily, and at the same time, each one began to struggle and scurry around as if they were frightened.
This undoubtedly caused the resting coachmen, businessmen and clerks to not care about anything else and got up to appease the animals. The whole camp suddenly became a mess.
Even Dumbledore had to join in chasing the livestock, and even sent Phoenix Fox to fly high into the mountains to see where the horses that had run away were hiding.
"Hehe! It's really two gold coins in a pack of dragon dung. The effect is really immediate."
The thief raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a sinister smile.
Obviously, what he just threw was nothing else, it was dragon excrement that could have a huge deterrent effect on other beasts.
Many adventurers like to buy a pack of dry supplies when going into the wild.
As long as it is opened and placed around when camping and resting, generally speaking, no wild beasts or other animals will come close to it.
If this thing is thrown next to livestock, the timid horses will be frightened and go crazy, causing a huge commotion.
And this is exactly what the mercenaries want to achieve.
While everyone was busy chasing horses in the night, a dozen mercenaries quickly caught the lone businessman, and tightly covered the middle-aged fat man's mouth and nose, using It was unable to make even the slightest cry for help.
After about a few minutes, they quietly left the camp and came to a river six or seven hundred meters away.
The captain smiled ferociously and said to the businessman: "Dear Mr. Employer, do you think you can escape from us with that mysterious old man? Stop daydreaming! No one can save you today ! ”
"Woooooooooooo..."
The middle-aged fat man was obviously extremely frightened, and he used all his strength to break free from the restraints of the other two mercenaries behind him.
But unfortunately, he is just an ordinary person. He has not received any warrior or spell-casting training. No matter how hard he struggles, it is of no avail. He can only watch the leaf hammer raised high and smashed down on his head. .
Just when blood was about to splatter, a rope suddenly flew from a distance and tied the mercenary captain from head to toe at lightning speed. He fell straight to the ground in a strange posture.
Then Dumbledore's figure slowly walked out from behind a tree, sighing with a gloomy expression.
"Oh - I really didn't expect that I would encounter this situation on the first day I came to this world. Although I don't know what the grudges are between you, but isn't it a bit too much to murder a businessman like this?"
"What is he talking about?"
A mercenary glanced at the captain who was tied up with a magic rope, his face full of nervousness and alertness.
After all, just a few hours ago, he witnessed the terrifying scene of the other party mowing the grass among a large group of goblins.
"Damn it! Don't ask me how I know. But I think it's best for us to spread out and run away. This way we have a greater chance of survival."
The other mercenary was also frightened and subconsciously began to retreat slowly.
"Asshole! Don't run! What will I do if you run away?"
The eyes of the mercenary captain, who was tied up with magic ropes, revealed unconcealable anxiety.
Unfortunately, no one wants to care about his life or death now.
As one of them shouted one, two, three, all the mercenaries present began to turn around and run away, disappearing into the night in three to five seconds.
Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, not bothering to chase after him, intending to untie the merchant.
But before he could reach out his hand, a scream suddenly came from the woods by the river.
"Ah!!!!!!"
Followed by the second, third, fourth...
After a while, Ling The creepy dense forest made a rustling sound under the blowing of the evening wind, and then a huge creature covered with green scales finally appeared.
A slender body of more than seventeen meters, huge and strong wings, two bright emerald eyes like gems, thick limbs and claws, and a tail covered with spikes, all of these characteristics prove that This is a very dangerous green dragon in Faerûn.
A fire dragon from this world?
Dumbledore's heart instantly sank to the bottom.
If he retains all his spell-casting abilities, he certainly won't be afraid of a mere dragon.
But the problem is that due to the sudden change in the spellcasting environment, he simply cannot wave his wand to cast various powerful spells to manipulate the opponent at the palm of his hand like before.
Just when the old man began to recall the knowledge about dragons in his mind and planned to outwit the fire dragon, the green dragon suddenly began to chant a spell to bless himself with a spell, and then opened his mouth with a standard old London Zhengmi Ziqi accent. Greeting in English: "Hello, interesting mortal from another plane."
"You can speak? And you speak English?"
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, full of joy. The faces were all expressions of shock and disbelief.
Because on the magical earth, the fire dragons have no intelligence at all, they are just ferocious beasts.
The only function is to provide wizards with various materials.
Especially dragon blood, which is used in many magic potions and alchemy.
The green dragon sneered and asked: "Why, don't dragons in the world you were born in speak? As for language, I am just using a magic called rhetoric to automatically convert dragon language into If you can understand, it's not that I learned this language."
"Magic? That's it."
Dumbledore instantly realized the dragons and the magical earth in Faerun. How huge is the gap between dragons?
Having wisdom alone can throw away those fire dragons who completely succumb to instinct by dozens of streets.
Not to mention that the other party is also suspected of having very powerful spell-casting abilities.
Thinking of this, he immediately became interested and continued to ask: "All the dragons in this world are like you. Not only do they have the same wisdom as humans, but they can also cast various spells?< br>
If you don’t mind, could you tell me what magic in this world is like?
What is its principle?
Since I came here? Since then, I have been able to vaguely feel a kind of energy in the air around me.
Just don't know how exactly to use it. ”
Obviously, Albus Dumbledore is a typical person with a very strong desire to apply for a job.
He later gave many people the appearance of having no desire or desire. In fact, It is because he has mastered almost all the secrets of the wizarding world, as well as the dark magic that ordinary wizards will never touch in their lives.
All the evil spells Voldemort is good at, Dumbledore can release more powerful spells at any time if he is willing. The enhanced version of the power.
So having no desire and no desire does not mean that there is no desire for knowledge, but that there is not much knowledge and secrets for him to continue to study and explore.
But at this moment, the suppressed desire for knowledge swept through his body like a volcanic eruption with the appearance of this green dragon.
Excited!
Excited!
Looking forward to it!
This different magical world is undoubtedly the great adventure that the old man has been looking forward to.
Although the green dragon's eyes revealed a kind of terrifying malice, he didn't care at all.
After all, how can a person who is not afraid of death be afraid of a mere evil dragon.
"I can answer all the questions you ask. But what will you give in exchange? Knowledge is never cheap, especially knowledge related to magic."
The green dragon raised the corners of his mouth with a playful smile.
In fact, the goblins who robbed the caravans were his servants, and he planned to take advantage of the Sambian civil war to engage in robbery as a side business to increase his property.
But I thought that I encountered such an interesting thing.
Compared to other greedy evil dragons, the green dragon can be said to be relatively indifferent to money.
They prefer to collect some treasures that they think are valuable rather than piles of gold, silver, coins and gems.
"What do you want in exchange?"
Dumbledore probed cautiously.
Through observation, he found that the dragon had very obvious blood stains on its teeth and lips.
This also means that those mercenaries who fled into the woods just now were probably brutally eaten by the other party.
“It’s very simple, anything of value can be used as a bargaining chip in exchange, even you yourself.”
A cunning glint flashed in the green dragon’s eyes, and he spoke with a kind of He lay on the ground in a slightly lazy posture to reduce the threat he posed.
Dumbledore quickly glanced at the items he carried with him, and finally took off a ring that could store spells from his hand and threw it away.
"Here, I think this should be enough in exchange for getting the answers to the three questions just now."
The green dragon instantly released a mage's hand to catch the ring steadily, and then placed it in the palm of his hand for identification.
It took about a minute before he commented: "A magic storage ring that uses some unknown technology?
Looking at the quality, it should be able to store five levels of spells, which is barely enough. Not a bad magic item.
Well, just answering some basic questions is enough.”
"Then start quickly, I can't wait."
Dumbledore urged, stroking the thick white beard on his chin.
Even when he was the principal of Hogwarts, he always gave people a methodical, calm and calm attitude.
But in fact, when he was young, this man was an out-and-out angry young man and an irritable old man. He even wanted to overthrow the existing order in the magic world through armed riots.
“No problem, let’s start with the first question.”
While playing with the magic storage ring, the green dragon began to tell about the birth and several changes of the magic network on the planet Toril, as well as the principles of arcane magic, and the general situation of this world.
“You mean that almost all the spells in this world must be released through the magic network controlled by the goddess of magic?”
Dumbledore only felt the heart in his chest that had been silent for many years. The heart started beating violently.
Because he knew that there was not only a more profound and powerful magic in this world, but also a god who controlled all magic.
The Grand Arcanist of Netheril can even usurp the authority belonging to the gods through magic, leading to the fall of the most powerful first-generation magic goddess.
The lost ancient magical civilization!
A high-altitude god who can grant magical powers to mortal believers!
Demons, devils, angels and countless otherworldly creatures from the outer planes!
A dragon with wisdom and powerful spellcasting abilities!
The giants and elves who established a glorious civilization!
Such a shocking and wonderful world instantly inspired the old man's thirst for knowledge and desire for adventure.
Sitting in the principal's office, disciplining all kinds of naughty students every day, and arguing with the school board and the Ministry of Magic, this is the life he yearns for.
The green dragon obviously noticed the reaction of this interesting human being, and nodded meaningfully: "That's right. In principle, all spells need to be released through the magic network. However, there are still very few exceptions. If you If you want to know this part of the information, you need to pay additional chips."
Dumbledore responded regretfully: "Forget it, I don't have many magic items in exchange for you. Last question, do you know Soth?”
The moment he heard the name, the green dragon suddenly stood up from the ground, exuding terrifying dragon power. He narrowed his eyes and asked: "Could the Soss you mentioned refer to the West Coast Empire?" The chosen one of the Emperor and the Goddess of Magic?"
"The chosen one of the Emperor?"
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment.
Although he had long known that Zuo Si's identity in this world was certainly not simple.
But I never expected it to be so outrageous.
Through the conversation with the green dragon just now, the old man has learned what it means to be chosen, especially the chosen one by the goddess of magic.
They themselves are the nodes of the Magic Network, and they hold part of the power to control the Magic Network instead of the goddess.
No spellcaster would be willing to face the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic.
Because in front of the silver fire, most spells cannot even take effect normally.
“Damn it! Don’t you have any special relationship with Soth?”
The green dragon was obviously aware of the seriousness of the problem, and his tone revealed unconcealable tension and fear.
"Maybe you won't believe it. I was the principal of a magic school he once attended."
As Dumbledore blurted out these words, the green dragon's entire figure He stood motionless as if he had been petrified.
After about a few minutes, he suddenly threw the ring in his hand like a hot potato like crazy, then spread his wings and wanted to fly away, quickly leaving this extremely dangerous place. Identity of the old man.
The Green Dragon simply couldn't imagine how Zuo Si would deal with him if he knew about this matter.
You must know that two dragon kings in Faerun have died directly or indirectly in Zuo Si's hands.
And any dragon that dares to cause trouble within the West Coast Empire, or attacks airships and ships loaded with valuable cargo, will inevitably die.
But just as he took off, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air.
Then a lich wearing a robe and exuding a biting coldness appeared out of thin air and blocked the way without politeness.
(End of this chapter)