"A prosperous magic empire, without external intervention, has a very slim chance of falling."
Garen thought silently.
The ancient Imaskar Empire died because of its gods, and the same was true for the Nether Empire in its established historical trajectory.
"In Nether's floating city, the church of the goddess of magic is probably the most numerous."
Garen suddenly said.
Iolum nodded and said: "Yes, there are a small number of arcanists who believe in this goddess. Even if they don't believe in it, most of them respect her."
The hard work of the goddess of magic is seen by the arcanists.
Although the arcanists are arrogant, they still have full respect for this god, including Iolum.
Garen nodded slightly and continued: "As far as I know, the one who will bring destruction to Nether in the future will most likely be an enemy of the goddess of magic. The Phaeling Demon Sunflower is just a tool. Without the Phaeling Demon Sunflower, there might be another enemy.
There are Phayling trees, Phayling bears...so don't rush to find the Phayling sunflower."
Iolum was slightly startled: "The enemy of the goddess of magic?"
Garen nodded and said: "I don't know exactly who it is, but think about it, what kind of existence can be an enemy of powerful divine power?"
Anyone who can be an enemy of powerful divine power is naturally also a powerful divine power.
Iolum remained silent, his expression solemn.
Gods cannot exert their full strength in the main material world, but if you underestimate the gods because of this, you would be arrogant and ignorant.
"That's too bad."
"This is the worst-case scenario."
Iolum smiled bitterly.
The ancient Imasca Empire was burned to the ground by the angry gods and saints, and Iolum was a person who had experienced that era. He did not believe in gods, but he knew how incredibly powerful these ultimate beings were.
In a small tavern, in an unnoticed corner.
The King of Arcanists looked sad and seemed at a loss for a moment.
However, within a short period of time, Iolum took a few deep breaths and adjusted his mood.
His expression calmed down and he said: "Even if it is a powerful divine power, I will not sit back and let it destroy my Nether."
"Anyway, the worst outcome has already happened, so no matter what I do, it will not lead to worse results."
Garen nodded and said, "Very good, I understand your determination."
Iolum looked at Garen and said, "You know the future trajectory better than I do. What should we do next?"
Garen smiled and said: "Just wait and see what happens, wait for Neser's enemies to surface first, and be prepared to deal with them."
After knowing that it was a phaerimm, and facing another attack from the phaerimm, at least Nether's arcanists would not be caught off guard.
Iolum nodded and said: "I will collect information about the Phayling Demon Sunflowers and find a way to restrain them first."
If all the Faerûn are killed in advance, the unknown gods in the dark may find new ways to target the arcanists. In this case, it is better to wait for the already known Faerûn to show up.
Garen nodded and said: "In addition, you need to secretly find a person named Karsus."
"I saw the figure of this Arcanist in the future. He will become the Grand Arcanist and will be a crucial figure in the future."
Garen knew that Karsus developed the art of ascending to the gods because the Nether Empire was in shaky state, and he shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving the country, so he could successfully create this forbidden spell.
Regardless of whether it can escape the fate of destruction in the end, this magic empire will inevitably experience a major setback and test.
If Netheril is not destroyed this time, it will rise from the ashes.
"Karthus... I understand."
Iolum noted the name.
at the same time.
Something is happening thousands of miles away.
A cynical and cynical arcanist who sympathizes with the enemies of the Nether, creatures such as orcs and goblins, and believes that the Nether should not kill them so brutally.
He believed that the Nether Empire at this time was already extremely powerful and aloof in the sky, and it should not continue the hatred towards the orcs from thousands of years ago.
That's all in the past.
Nether now should be more tolerant, have an imperial style, and forgive the enemies of the past.
He criticized the Nether Empire many times, so he was deemed to hate his own country and was expelled from the floating city to which he belonged.
At this time, the arcanist was wandering in the barren wilderness on the ground, looking up at the floating city from time to time, with a look of disgust and hatred on his face.
"It's okay not to wait for this rotten floating city."
With a heavy snort, Orostin set out on his journey again.
Having just been expelled from the floating city, he had no purpose and no idea where he was going, so he just walked aimlessly in the wilderness.
Time passes gradually.
When he passed by a slightly sunken land, the ground suddenly shook violently.
Under Olosdin's vigilant gaze, an ugly creature emerged from the ground.
This creature is like a cone-shaped twisted mass of flesh, with four short and deformed limbs on its body. It has a bloody mouth filled with spiral-like spiked fangs, which is extremely terrifying.
It doesn't look like a good thing at first glance.
Orostin constructs a spell.
A cluster of lightning chains burst out from his hand, biting the monster like a silver snake.
What happened next horrified the arcanist.
The monster's body surface glowed with elemental aura, and then it swallowed all the chain lightning he cast in one gulp.
It was unscathed, and its aura was even slightly stronger.
"It's over, why am I so unlucky?"
Orosdin felt a chill in his heart, knowing that he had encountered a powerful monster.
After living a safe life in the floating city, he was not good at fighting. After trying a few more spells and finding that they were completely ineffective, his heart was filled with despair and he longed for the days in the floating city.
However, while waiting for the other party to kill him, Olosdin discovered that the monster seemed to have no intention of harming him.
Buzzing... Invisible spiritual power poured into Olosdin's mind.
Next, the common language he knew sounded in his mind.
"Hello, caster."
"I mean no harm to you."
The other party said.
Orosteen was stunned for a moment, looking at the monster that looked ferocious and ugly but had calm eyes.
"What are you? What do you want to do by stopping me?"
He took a step back and bravely spoke.
"Some people once called our race the phaerinn."
Felin Mokui said.
After a pause, it continued to Orosdin: "Our race lives in a region deep underground and has been independent of the world for tens of thousands of years."
"but..........."
The voice of the Felin Demon Kui became angry and said: "In recent years, due to the abuse of some magic on the surface of the earth, a large number of our cubs have died."
"I want to know what force is abusing the power of magic!"
"If you know, please tell me the specific information."
The phaerim are a strange race.
When they reach adulthood, they have a very powerful spell called Absorb Magic, which is very targeted at the caster. However, the larvae of the magic sun cannot withstand the erosion of magic power and need to survive in a peaceful place of elemental energy.
Abuse of magic......Orosdin raised his head and looked at the small black dot between the flowing wind and floating clouds, a floating city.
To be continued...