Chapter 709 The troublesome heir (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
“Master, here is the flesh and blood we took from the sleeping ancient god.
The strange thing about it is that Every complete cell is relatively independent and will continue to divide and proliferate indefinitely even if it is separated from the mother body.
Through research and experiments, we found that if these ancient gods' flesh and blood were released into a certain world, then that cell would be destroyed. The planet will quickly be polluted from the inside, and then all living life will be corroded by the flow of soil and water.
Once intelligent life is infected, their thoughts and consciousness will quickly become corrupted. Madness leads to endless dark desires
Eventually the entire planet will completely become a part of the ancient god.
When the dark desires and madness of those intelligent creatures accumulate to a certain extent, they will give birth to a twisted consciousness that cannot be described in words.
When consciousness combines with flesh and blood, a brand new ancient god will be born.
In other words, this unknown form of extraordinary life actually has many similarities with the Ancient God of Azeroth we are studying.
They all have very strong vitality, corrosive ability and adaptability to extreme environments. Once they appear on a certain planet, it is basically very difficult to completely eradicate them. Even if they are temporarily suppressed and sealed, it will only delay the time slightly. .
The most important thing is that during the window period when the ancient god's self-consciousness wakes up from its slumber, it can be replaced by the consciousness of another person.
We can combine the flesh and blood of the ancient gods with the shimmering oil to make a devastating biological weapon..."
Accompanied by a New Phyrexia blue faction The completed Vedoken pointed at the huge, indescribable thing in the laboratory that was covered with tentacles and eyes, and he talked about his research topic.
He looked like this. So excited and excited that the whole person was dancing.
The reason is simple!
The Vedoken were originally a race obsessed with knowledge, technology, and exploring unknown territories.
Although they were perfected by Shuoyou, the desire for knowledge rooted in their bones has never changed.
Now, these Vedokens are not only exposed to a large amount of new knowledge every day, but they also have endless research topics.
In contrast, Zuo Si looked much calmer. He didn't show much surprise at the so-called ancient god in front of him, and just nodded slightly.
After all, he has already seen the ancient gods of Azeroth, and even sealed one of them, Yogg-Saron, in the Void Staring Staff.
The overlap in abilities and functions between the two is as high as over 90%.
Perhaps the only advantage is that it is relatively easy to control.
After all, even mortals can take advantage of the ancient god's sleep to seize the body and replace it with his own thoughts, will and soul.
Just when Zuo Sigang was about to say something, a powerful divine power suddenly tore apart the magical protection covering the outer layer of Mutahar Floating City.
The piercing sirens in the laboratory are endless.
Before anyone else could react, a beautiful woman wearing a dark silk robe, with supple white skin and long black hair appeared out of thin air. She was Midnight, the third-generation magic goddess of Toril.
And in her arms, she was holding a baby whose appearance was constantly changing.
“Clear the alarm!”
Seeing that he was an old acquaintance, Zuo Si immediately raised his hand and gave an order to the artificial intelligence that controlled the safety of the laboratory.
In an instant!
The alarm that was blaring one second disappeared the next.
And the guard forces that swarmed in from all directions quickly retreated to their original positions.
"I finally found you. Here, this is your newly born child. I will hand her over to you now."
At midnight, he subconsciously glanced at the child in the laboratory stripping container. Twisted pieces of meat, getting straight to the point without any nonsense.
“My heir?!”
Zuo Si was stunned for a moment, then quickly recalled with his super memory that today should be Ayesha's due date.
However, his reaction obviously dissatisfied Midnight, who still has some mortal memories and personality, and immediately raised his eyebrows and asked: "You actually forgot the time when your wife gave birth? As a husband, You are really derelict in your duty."
"Sorry, I have been to two places in a row recently where time is very confusing and I don't even have the concept of time, so I am a little slow with the flow of time. ”
With that said, Zuo Si took over his daughter who had just turned into an energy ball from the hands of the goddess, feeling the little baby body that was connected to his own blood.
Although he had long expected that his offspring would be unusual, he was still obviously surprised by such a strange state.
Regarding this almost perfunctory explanation and apology, Midnight rolled her eyes angrily: "Although this is a political marriage, your coldness and ruthlessness really opened my eyes.
You know? ?
That poor mortal woman almost died in the delivery room
Because your newly born child almost caused damage to the entire palace and even Calimport just once. The magic network inside collapsed.
For ordinary people, this little guy is too powerful and dangerous.
It is best not to send her back to Faerûn alone again unless she is accompanied by you.
I don’t want to do nothing every day and just chase her to repair the large destroyed magic network. "
Faced with the goddess's complaints and complaints, Zuo Si had already developed invulnerability and invulnerability. While trying to stabilize the little guy in his arms, he asked without looking back: "This What's going on? Why is my daughter like this? Wasn't everything fine when she was examined by the priest? "
"I think it may have something to do with your identity as a planeswalker and the dark void connected by sparks. ”
Midnight spoke out his guess without thinking.
"Dark void?"
Zuo Si's expression suddenly became serious.
Because nothing related to the dark void is trivial.
Midnight explained patiently: "If I guessed correctly, you should have started trying to draw power from that place full of chaos, disorder, primitive energy and matter, right?"< br>
"Yes." Zuo Si nodded slightly, and then asked again: "You mean...the power in the dark void has indirectly affected my descendants?"
Midnight explained patiently: "It's not just an influence, but an irreversible reshaping.
Don't forget, from the time you became the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, you have been an out-and-out
The power of all gods and quasi-divine powers will be more or less reflected in their descendants.
This is why they are more likely to become heroes or new gods than mortals. .
And your strength expands so fast that the fetus needs to constantly receive and adapt to new abilities during its growth, and its external shape cannot be easily stabilized.
Finally, coupled with the influence of the chaotic logic and raw energy of the dark void, it became what it is now.
What you have to do now is to make this little guy become self-aware as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for her to stabilize her form. "
"Damn! This is no easy task. ”
Zuo Si suddenly felt a headache.
Because just now, he had finally managed to stabilize his daughter in the state of a human baby. In less than a minute, she turned into a The baby dragon wants to flap its wings and fly.
Since there is no self-awareness, all behaviors originate from primitive biological instincts.
Unless you use coercive means, there is no way to control it. It is completely a living ancestor.
“Ha!
Just take your time and think of a solution. Anyway, I have fulfilled my duty.
Be careful, she is an out-and-out deity. , can draw energy from the surrounding environment at will.
As for whether there are any other abilities, it is still unknown. "
After saying these words of gloating, the goddess of magic disappeared in an instant.
To be precise, she returned to Faerûn with the help of the planeswalker's spark connection.
"What should I do with you now? "
Zuo Si tried his best to control the restless little one in his arms, and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
You must know that an ordinary human baby is enough to drive parents to ecstasy, let alone a god-like baby with the ability to shape-shift and powerful supernatural powers.
Just keeping her from running around or causing devastating damage is very difficult.
Because in less than a few seconds after leaving at midnight, four New Phyrexia creations and two intelligent golems were brutally murdered in the laboratory, and were directly brought alive by the sudden force field. Crush.
And all this is just their appearance that arouses the curiosity of babies.
Thanks to Zuo Si's quick reaction, he distorted reality to restore these unlucky people to their original state.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, I may be able to use the technology that preserves the planeswalker's spark to help you make a small nursery box. That way, you don't have to worry about your daughter running around. ..."
Before Jinji Tasha could finish his words, the hard body that had been strengthened countless times was suddenly twisted into a twist under the influence of some huge force.
The harsh sound caused by the twisting and colliding metal is as uncomfortable and uncomfortable as fingernails scratching across a blackboard.
What's even more terrible is that the oil engine was directly crushed, and a large amount of oil spurted out along the gap like free money.
“Don’t say anything that might be detrimental to her face.
Although this little guy has no self-awareness yet, he has quasi-divine powers and can sense good intentions and bad intentions.
Any words or actions that may cause threats will most likely trigger her self-protection mechanism.
In other words, she will try to kill all life forms that pose a threat to herself. "
Zuo Si restored the Blue Demon Judge to his original state and gave a reminder.
"What a terrifying power! Can you control energy, form force fields, and sense good and bad intentions at will when you are just born? ”
Since New Phyrexia creatures basically do not have the emotion of fear, Jinji Tasha not only did not care that she was almost killed just now, but began to take a huge interest in the baby that was constantly changing its appearance.
“No, her ability is not only limited to this, there should be many more that have not been shown.
Because of this, I have a headache about what to do with her.
Can you imagine how dangerous it is for a baby that has no concept of good and evil but can easily destroy a world?
The goddess of magic, Midnight, probably wanted to get rid of her when she was brought here from Faerûn. The thought of getting into big trouble”
After that, Zuo Si began to try to build a protective barrier made of divine power around his daughter.
But this barrier is reversed, not to protect the baby inside, but to ensure that she cannot release her power easily.
Perhaps because she felt the blood connection with her father, the baby girl did not make any resistance to this behavior, but observed everything with wide eyes and curiosity.
When the formation of the barrier was completed, Zuo Si breathed a sigh of relief. He held up his daughter who had transformed into a devil and asked, "Now let me give you a name. What do you think?" ?”
“Yay-”
The baby girl waved her hands and tail and let out a joyful cry.
"How about I call you Anne? Princess Anne, it sounds pretty good."
Zuo Si continued to seek the little one's opinion.
Because she is not an ordinary baby, she might have had her own name in her mind from the moment she was born.
After hearing this, the baby girl immediately burst into giggles, apparently accepting the name, and then began to twist her body restlessly, as if her whole body was filled with inexhaustible energy.
As a quasi-divine power, little Annie obviously does not need to sleep, let alone rest and breastfeeding.
Through the observations just now, Zuo Si can basically confirm that she will subconsciously draw energy from the surrounding environment when she feels hungry.
Since the Planeswalker Spark itself connects different worlds, this is not too much of a problem.
The top priority right now is to give birth to the self-awareness of the little guy in front of her as soon as possible, and then let her stabilize her form. At the same time, she should not use power to kill and destroy at will.
Otherwise, if Zuo Si is distracted even a little bit, it may lead to an unimaginable horrific tragedy.
In order to do this, he directly ordered Jinji Tasha to create a box containing a large amount of knowledge and information. By letting little Annie play with the box, she could quickly absorb enough information and then grow rapidly spiritually and intellectually.
During this period, Zuo Si did not dare to be distracted at all and spent all his time and energy on watching and teaching his daughter almost twenty-four hours a day.
At least until this little guy can control his own power, basically don't expect to be able to allocate extra energy to do other things yourself. At best, you can send an avatar or projection to handle it a little bit.
......
At the same time, as the news that the Queen of the West Coast Empire gave birth to a quasi-divine power continued to spread, Deng was drinking and resting at a roadside inn near Neverwinter. Bullido finally found out from a merchant.
His first reaction was similar to that of most people, ranging from shock to disbelief.
But soon the wise old man realized that it should be true.
After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes the war launched by Zuo Si in the world of Azeroth, and the horrific scene after killing the ancient god Yogg-Saron in the Storm Peaks of Northrend.
Understand how terrifying this young man who once attended Hogwarts has become.
As his descendant, it is not impossible for him to have quasi-divine power from birth.
What's more, the source of this news is the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Magic in Calimport. The other party has no reason or need to lie.
“Time flies so fast. I didn’t expect that even Soth would have a child of his own. I don’t know what Hogwarts and the wizarding world will become after I leave.”
< br>Dumbledore took a sip of the mead in the cup and whispered.
At this moment, he has completely lost the friendly and kind look he had when he was the principal. His eyes are as sharp as daggers, and the white mage robe on his body is even stained with many blood spots.
The long sword hanging on the waist faintly exudes a faint smell of blood.
Any adventurer with some experience can realize that this old man dressed as a mage must have killed a lot of people, monsters or beasts recently.
In fact, because he was not in a hurry, Dumbledore set out from Ascaltra and traveled for more than two months.
He did not take the fast and convenient airship, nor did he choose to take a boat. Instead, he rode a horse through the Cloud and Mist Mountains alone, stopping at Naxikai, Belgost, Candlekeep, and Baldur's Gate along the way. We stopped in towns such as Dragonspear Castle and Dagger Beach to appreciate the customs and customs of this world.
Even when he was still in Waterdeep City, he received a warm welcome from Kelben and Lyla, and the two sides had a pleasant exchange in the magic field for ten days.
Finally, we embarked on the journey to Neverwinter.
Of course, as part of the great adventure, all kinds of monsters, beasts and robbers are naturally indispensable.
Although after the West Coast Empire gradually took control of the Northland, it had carried out a large-scale cleanup of threatening targets by offering bounties and hiring adventurers, but Dumbledore still encountered no less than thirty battles. .
There are those that are easier to deal with, such as goblins and kobolds, and there are also those that are difficult to deal with, such as gnolls, orcs, lizardmen, ogres and trolls.
Animals such as wolves, wild boars, bears, leopards, tigers and giant spiders are commonplace.
The most dangerous one was even encountering four pterosaurs falling from the sky and almost becoming food in their mouths.
In these thrilling battles, Dumbledore's desire for adventure and enjoyment of the excitement of brushing against death were completely aroused, and he became more and more proficient in the use of magic in this world.
Compared to teaching and educating people in school, this is the life he really wants to live.
Just as the old man was picking up the plate and preparing to eat something to fill his stomach, he suddenly heard a man dressed as an adventurer next to him gritting his teeth and complaining after drinking all the wine in the glass: "Damn it! We! It’s really the wrong time to come.”
“Oh? Why do you say that?”
Another customer dressed as a businessman asked curiously.
"Hehe! You haven't been to Neverwinter yet, have you?" the adventurer asked with a sneer.
The merchant nodded quickly: "Yes, I am planning to go to Neverwinter City to deliver goods, and purchase some ironware, salt, cloth, condiments and wine to sell to the barbarian tribes in the forest."< br>
“If you are willing to buy me a drink of the best wine in this store, I will tell you a secret about Neverwinter.”
The adventurer opened a very straightforward quid pro quo.
This is also a common practice in pubs and hotels.
If you want to get information from someone, it's the minimum etiquette to buy them a nice drink.
For more important information or exclusive intelligence, additional gold coins will be paid as a reward. The businessman subconsciously glanced at the wine cabinet behind the bar and discovered that the most expensive wine in the store was actually a bottle of fine brandy worth thirty-five gold coins.
This means that treating guests to a drink will cost at least one or two gold coins.
Such a "huge" cost obviously made him feel very painful for running a small business.
While the businessman was hesitating, Dumbledore directly threw out two gold coins cast by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth: "Pour him a glass of your best wine."
Seeing someone taking out money, the bartender said nothing. He said that he immediately opened the bottle of "Treasure of the Store" and poured a full glass for the mercenary.
The latter held it up in front of his nose with an intoxicated look and smelled it, and then took a big sip. His originally pale skin suddenly turned a little red, obviously due to the high concentration. Effects of alcohol.
But fortunately, he quickly shook his head vigorously to wake himself up, smiled and sighed: "It's such a good wine! Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Now you can start telling yourself. You know the secret," Dumbledore urged calmly.
"Actually, it's nothing. There are just rumors that inexplicable epidemics have begun to appear in Neverwinter City.
Especially in places where the poor live, many violent coughs can be heard.
A guard asked I revealed that even the Church of Tyr, the God of Justice, can’t come up with any solution for the time being.
If things continue like this, Neverwinter may have to be put under martial law and quarantined, or even completely closed to ban all activities. People are out.”
The adventurer told everyone what he knew.
Like he mentioned, it's really no secret.
Because every businessman and traveler who enters Neverwinter recently can feel the tension and panic.
After all, it has been a long time since Talona turned from evil to neutral, such a large-scale outbreak of infectious diseases in densely populated areas.
“You mean...plague?!”
The businessman’s face suddenly changed.
After all, if a plague breaks out in Neverwinter, those who are engaged in trading activities will be hit hardest.
The adventurer nodded solemnly: "Yes, it's a plague. Although we don't know what the real situation is, it is said that a small number of infected people have begun to die. In addition, there are still some in the cemetery area. A new rule has been issued that all those who are sick must be cremated before being buried in the grave."
"Oh my god! This is simply terrible!"
Another person nearby heard it. exclaimed the halfling who was speaking.
Anyone with a little common sense will understand that if a contagious epidemic makes it impossible for the priests of the temple to cure it, it must have something to do with magic.
Even the magical plague was deliberately created, and there must be a huge conspiracy hidden behind it.
Especially now that various towns in the North are gradually accepting the direct or indirect rule of the West Coast Empire, some vested interest groups will inevitably be touched.
If they join forces to do things secretly, they may cause this increasingly prosperous land to be ravaged by war again.
"Bless the goddess of wealth! It seems that I have to find a way to complete the delivery quickly and leave before the city is closed. Otherwise, it will be doomed if I am locked in."
Businessman 1 He prayed devoutly to his patron saint.
While the guests around the bar were all disturbed by the news, only Dumbledore remained calm. He just touched the thick beard on his chin and whispered: "Has it started yet? It seems that I can't do it either. Let’s keep going on like this.”
After that, he ate the food on the plate very quickly, then left the money for hotel, drinks and meals, and rode on the white horse that accompanied him all the way. He started running wildly in the direction of Neverwinter City.
We successfully arrived at our destination in just over an hour.
This time, the old man did not go around to appreciate the local scenery and taste various delicacies as before. Instead, he quickly came to the location of the castle and showed his identity and intention to the guards.
In about a few minutes, Lord Nasir and his deputy paladin, Aribes, walked out of it.
"Welcome, Your Excellency Albus Dumbledore."
Lord Nasir took the initiative to open his arms and gave the other party a warm hug.
Although he has now handed over most of his power to the bureaucrats from the empire, and serves more as a supervisor and enforcer, he still retains his honorary title.
Lord Nasir is actually very satisfied with this change.
Being a warrior, he was not very good at handling government affairs, settling expenditure and tax accounts.
It would be better now to just leave it all to those professional bureaucrats.
With the help of the huge trade alliance established with the West Coast Empire as the center, the development of Neverwinter can be said to be rapid.
At present, the number of residents in the city has increased from more than 20,000 to 80,000 now. The original old city can no longer accommodate such a large population, so part of the city wall can only be demolished and expanded outwards.
The prosperous market and dazzling array of goods have greatly improved the living standards of ordinary people.
If this kind of peace and rapid development can be maintained for more than ten years, Lord Nasir can't even imagine what Neverwinter will look like.
"I am also very honored to meet you, Lord." Dumbledore responded with a smile, and then turned his attention to the half-elf paladin. "I think you must be Ms. Aribes, right? Soth has mentioned you to me more than once. He has always praised your bravery and pursuit of justice."
"I am Aribes. ·De Timaland. I am really unworthy of His Majesty Soth's praise."
The half-elf paladin had a polite smile on his face, remaining low-key and humble as ever.
She didn't notice at all that when Dumbledore saw his fiancé, Vanswick, a strange look flashed in his pupils.
Because the appearance of this elf priest was so handsome that it caused a strong throbbing in the latter's heart.
You must know that Dumbledore has never had such a special feeling since he fell out with his old friend Grindelwald.
"Hello, Your Excellency, my name is Vanswijk, and I am a priest who serves Tyr, the god of justice."
Seeing that the other party stared at his face for a long time, Vanswijk hurriedly He extended his right hand and introduced himself.
After all, he represents the temple, has a decisive influence in Neverwinter City, and needs to be in step with the center of the West Coast Empire to some extent.
"Please allow me to pay tribute to the great God of Justice."
Dumbledore also stretched out his hand and held it tightly, feeling the warmth from his palm and the sudden acceleration of his heart.
“Anyone who has the heart to pursue justice and fairness can bathe in the holy light of Tyr.”
With his keen perception, Vanswijk clearly felt something strange and said After saying a few words, he hurriedly pulled his hand back.
After a brief acquaintance with each other, Lord Nasir quickly invited the emperor's envoy into the castle, and then tried in an uncertain tone: "Your Excellency Dumbledore, if you don't mind, Can you tell me your purpose?”
“I’m here for the plague.”
Dumbledore gave the answer very simply.
“Plague?”
Lord Nasir’s expression changed slightly.
Dumbledore nodded seriously: "Yes, plague. I think you and your men should have noticed the sudden large-scale infectious disease in Neverwinter, and even many deaths. case."
"So this is really a spreading magical plague? A planned attack?"
Aribes suddenly stood up from the chair.
As a paladin of Tire, she knew very well how many civilians who were seriously ill and dying had been treated by the temple recently, and how many bodies had been taken to the cemetery to be burned and buried.
Despite the appearance that Neverwinter City is still operating as usual, in fact, no less than two hundred people have died one after another.
"Sorry, madam, this will only be known after investigation. The top priority right now is to start the quarantine immediately to prevent the further spread of the magical plague and cause more infections and deaths."
Said When he said this, Dumbledore glanced at the man not far away with a stiff expression and wearing the emblem of Helm, the God of Guards.
His name is Deszel, he is the leader of the Church of the God of Guard in this city, and he is also one of the culprits of the plague in Neverwinter.
I am afraid that no one here knows that Deszell has actually abandoned the god he believed in and turned to the creator race that had just awakened.
Of course, Dumbledore would not reveal information like this easily.
Because he only knew Deszell, the traitor, and did not know how many people there were in the organization behind it, and what kind of power it had.
“You mean to seal off the entire city and prohibit all pedestrians and business travelers from entering and exiting?”
Lord Nasir opened his mouth in shock.
With the current scale of trade in Neverwinter, he could not imagine the huge economic losses that would be caused if the city was closed to prevent merchants from entering and exiting.
But Dumbledore emphasized: "This is the only way we can do it now.
Otherwise, tens of thousands of residents will die completely when the plague rages. It's too late to get treatment
What's more, if this is really a premeditated attack, blocking the city can also restrict the opponent's space for movement.
Don't hesitate, Lord.
Save as many lives as possible first, and then consider the rest after the crisis is over. "
"Wait a minute! If this plague is as serious as you described, does the empire have a corresponding antidote? "Deszell suddenly jumped out and interrupted.
"Maybe there is, maybe there is not. I'm just here to investigate and don't know anything else. ”
Dumbledore deliberately used ambiguous words to deliberately confuse the other party.
Because he knew that if he said he had an antidote, this guy would send people to seize and destroy it.
“Okay, then isolate first.
Eribes, you immediately set out to give orders to the guards, asking them to close and block the gates to various areas in the city.
< br>Vanswijk, you and Deszel are preparing to treat all patients infected with the plague
Even if they cannot be cured, you must try to alleviate their suffering
Sir Albus Dumbledore, I leave the investigation to you.
At that time, I will issue an order to Neverwinter Academy, allowing you to select some outstanding students as mercenaries and followers. "
Nasir is indeed a person who has seen big scenes and made a decision in just a few minutes.
As a believer in the God of Justice, he obviously will not be like those Just like a mercenary guy, he was making fun of the lives of civilians in order to make money.
In this way, with the Lord's order, the entire Neverwinter City started strict population movement control measures.
Even the Pennisula district, where nobles and wealthy merchants lived, was no exception.
From this alone, we can see the relative fairness of Neverwinter City and the powerful deterrent power of law and order.
Although nobles and wealthy people can enjoy some privileges to a greater or lesser extent, at the critical moment they are not fundamentally different from civilians.
As the huge iron door was slammed shut, the entire city entered a state of complete isolation from top to bottom.
Guards with cloth soaked in holy water and wrapped around their mouths and noses patrolled the streets repeatedly to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to commit crimes.
As for Dumbledore, after he was out of everyone's sight, he immediately monitored Deszel's every move through magic.
As he expected, this guy was not alone, but had a huge organization behind him.
Most of them are members of the Church of the Fallen Guardian God who are in cahoots with them.
Due to betraying the God of their faith, they have long been unable to obtain divine magic. Instead, they borrow power from the devil and the queen of the creator race, Mosala, to form spells or divine magic.
Obviously, Deszell has only one purpose, and that is to get rid of Dumbledore, the troublesome outsider.
After all, if the population of Neverwinter City is not too large and cannot cause huge chaos, it is basically impossible for the creator race Queen Mosala and her men to reoccupy Neverwinter City.
The reason is simple!
Due to the special nature of this city, Zuo Si has set up quite strict magical protection capabilities.
With a race of creators who have just awakened from their slumber, it is very difficult to lift them.
So their goal is to first use the plague to kill as many people as possible, and then turn the corpses into undead, destroying the balance of the magic network in this area through more and more negative energy.
In this way, the protection will collapse and disappear completely under the influence of negative energy.
If you don’t take into account the influence of voters and gods, there is nothing wrong with Queen Mosala doing this.
But the problem is that the current Faerûn is not the primitive wilderness state tens of thousands of years ago, but an era when gods are everywhere and there are as many lichs and legendary mages as dogs.
Old antiques like the creator race can no longer adapt to today's changes.
Didn’t you see that even immortal legends like Arthindor, the Prophet of the Earth, have chosen to make way for the Netherese civilization?
What's more, there is an insurmountable mountain called Zuosi on the west coast of Faerûn.
Dumbledore didn't understand at all what these guys had eaten to be so brave and dare to provoke such a terrible enemy who never showed mercy to his enemies.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head, and quickly took out a magic map he made based on the inspiration of the Marauder's Map. Looking at the fast-moving red dots on it, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and spit out a few words. word.
"Little mice hiding in the dark, the hunting time has begun!"
As the last word blurted out, Dumbledore immediately activated the invisibility cloak and moved at high speed. disappears instantly.
With the help of the map's positioning, he quickly found the first team of four.
While the other party was not aware of the danger, the most powerful wizard in the earth's magic world activated a magic scroll at lightning speed.
In a blink of an eye!
A bright and dazzling fireball suddenly exploded in the crowd.
Boom! ! ! ! !
The flames reaching thousands of degrees Celsius instantly ignited all four people, and they fell to the ground in agony, wailing.
Some of them have been completely scorched, while others have dense blisters and blood blisters that make the scalp numb. The muscles under the skin have become red and exude the unique aroma of barbecue. .
"It's him! He is our target!"
One of the guys wearing armor and holding a mace shouted in pain.
Unfortunately, before the other three people could get up, he saw a long sword with flashing electric light piercing directly through his eyes. The terrifying current destroyed his brain in an instant, and with it The corpse also kept twitching.
"Damn it! What kind of spell is that?"
Another of Deszell's men looked at the weapon with dazzling lightning in the hands of the principal in shock.
He just saw very clearly that when he pulled out the sword, there was no electric light on the sword body.
But after Dumbledore completed a spell-casting action, a powerful electric light appeared on the sword.
You know without asking, this must be the effect of magic.
"The name of this spell is Thunder Weapon.
How about it, not bad, right?
It was originally inspired by the one-ring magic [Electric Claw].
I After research, it was turned into a three-ring magic.
Since this spell was created, you are the first people to taste its taste and power.”
After saying that, Dumbledore seemed to be possessed by Gandalf, he directly picked up his sword and killed him.
The remaining three Deszell's men were obviously not willing to die like this, so they immediately dragged their burned bodies and launched a counterattack.
But unfortunately, they obviously don’t know much about the principal’s swordsmanship.
I didn’t even know that after adding [Thunder Weapon] and several protective magics, the old man also gave himself [Tamson Transformation Technique], and his melee capabilities were as close as those of LV12 elite warriors.
In less than ten seconds, he completed an efficient hunt like chopping melons and vegetables.
(End of this chapter)