In the arcane city belonging to Iolum, at this moment, the city is filled with a strange atmosphere that has never been seen in ordinary times.
Under the illumination of the morning light, one can see arcanists in robes gathered together, discussing something heatedly, most of them with excitement on their faces, but ordinary people who are not arcanists,
Looking at the arcanists, their faces were filled with worried expressions.
Nerriel's caster ratio is half that of Alphatia's.
But this is still a very high proportion.
Among ten people, there is probably one person who has good spell casting talent and becomes a respected arcanist. Even if he cannot become an arcanist, thanks to the existence of the magic network, as long as he has a slight sense of elemental energy
, you can release some of the lowest arcane magic tricks, and half of the Netherese people can use simple magic tricks.
However, only arcanists are true casters.
He can do some simple tricks, but he can only be regarded as an ordinary person in Netheril.
At this moment, although the floating city of Iolum has not yet taken off, news of it has spread throughout Netheril, attracting a large number of arcanists who want to see the floating city.
In Iolum's conception, the floating city is a city belonging to arcane masters and a pure place for learning arcane arts.
This also means that...the floating city only welcomes arcanists.
It is difficult for ordinary people in Netheril to obtain the qualifications to enter the floating city.
Of course, it is still uncertain whether the first floating city can be launched into the sky, but if it can succeed, the people in Netheril who cannot enter the floating city will lose the protection of the arcanist and remain on the earth.
Their lives will be more difficult than before. Many ordinary people think of this and are very worried.
In the strange atmosphere of polarization, time passes quietly.
A few minutes later.
In the golden morning light, a silvery white color appeared from far to near.
Amidst the roaring wind, the silvery white color became clearer and clearer, and the figure that was far away in the horizon just a moment ago became clear in just a few blinks of an eye.
Under the reflection of the morning light, a faint golden light seemed to appear on the body of the silver dragon. Gold and silver were intertwined and sparkling, exuding a luxurious and noble temperament that made it difficult to take your eyes away.
call!
The figure of the legendary dragon covered the sky and set off a gust of wind, covering the arcane city.
The broad wingspan blocked the strong sunlight, leaving a fleeting deep shadow of the dragon on the city streets below. Countless Netherese people looked up at the sky, looking at the silver dragon with expressions of fear and awe.
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"I heard that Lord Iolum has a friend who is a legendary dragon."
"Now it seems true."
Some Netherese whispered.
"Who do you think is more powerful, Lord Iolum or this legendary dragon?"
"Lord Iolum is a great arcanist. Of course, Lord Iolum is very powerful."
"I, I think so too, but this dragon is so big, it seems like he can smash the tallest mage tower in the city with one claw."
"............"
Garen restrained his dragon power.
As a guest, it would be bad to scare the people here in Iolum to death.
A few seconds later, a towering mage tower appeared in Garen's field of vision. This towering spire was entirely made of magic stone, with countless arcane runes floating on the stone-gray surface.
A dazzling elemental aura emanates from the caster's eyes.
Garen has seen this mage tower.
In the early days of the saint's arrival, Iolum communicated with him once on the top of this mage tower.
This is Iolum's mage tower, and it is also his daily residence.
This great arcanist is alone and has no heirs. His former relatives and parents have died in the erosion of time. Iolum has almost always stayed in the mage tower to conduct his own research. He is a man who is very obsessed with arcana.
scholars.
At this time, on the top of the mage tower, a figure wearing a simple gray robe stood up.
Many arcane barriers with warning effects were arranged around the city. When Garon approached here, Iolum noticed his arrival.
The giant silver dragon converged its wings, and the violent wind subsided.
The sharp dragon claws grabbed the top of the mage tower and landed firmly on the top of the tower.
Iolum's tall mage tower is already an eye-catching attraction in the city. Now the arrival of the super giant legendary dragon has attracted the attention of almost everyone in the city. There are many legendary level arcana.
Master, the Grand Arcanist of Netheril, and many of them have now come to the city of Iorum.
"You came just in time."
Iolum smiled.
His face still looked like that of an old man, but compared to when Garen first saw him, there were no signs of aging again.
Iolum had already used the magic of immortality, and Garen, who also mastered the magic of immortality, discovered this.
It's not just Iolum.
The great arcanists nearby all used immortality.
Not long after the immortality spell was developed, Iorum taught this spell, and all the great arcanists of Netheril were the beneficiaries of the immortality spell.
The silver dragon lowered its eyes, and a huge shadow enveloped the arcanist.
"Are you ready for the first floating city?"
Garen looked around, scanning the city.
Compared with the first time he came here, it was a bit more prosperous, and traces of arcane magic were everywhere, but Garen didn't think this city could fly, and its changes weren't great.
Noticing Garen's gaze, Iolum shook his head and said, "It's just a prototype framework."
"The carrier of the floating city is other than the existing city."
"This city cannot fly."
Letting a human city that has already taken root on the earth rise from the ground will only lead to the collapse of the city. Moreover, the city where ordinary people and arcanists are mixed is too big, and the current core of the magic network cannot support it.
This super large floating city only welcomes arcanists. This is not only Iolum's idea, but also forced by the current situation.
Iolum explained briefly.
Immediately, the great arcanist looked at Garen strangely, thought for a moment, looked at the sun that had just risen in the east, and said, "I have heard a lot about the Imaskah Empire."
After a pause, he continued: "Some people say that a terrifying silver dragon broke through the guards of the Ordnance Army."
"He destroyed the important creations used by the Imasca Empire to deceive the gods, and then escaped the pursuit of semi-magical machines."
"This dragon can be said to have indirectly led to the demise of the Eastern Fantasy Empire."
The Imasca Empire was destroyed, but there are still a small number of Imasca people surviving in Faerûn. These are basically people who were lucky enough to survive from the path of destruction of the gods, and the saints did not hunt them down.
He kindly and generously allowed them to escape from the Eastern Continent.
Among these people, there are artificers guarding the pyramid, and they have seen Gallon's power of time.
Things about the Dragon of Time were passed on like this.
After leaving the Imasca Empire and coming into contact with other biological races, the war between the empire and the gods and saints attracted the attention of the entire continent. Intelligent creatures inevitably asked about the causes and consequences of the destruction of the Imasca Empire, and most of the artificers kept silent.
Let’s not talk about it, but there are a few people who are filled with resentment and need to vent their feelings.
However, after seeing the power of the gods and saints, these people did not dare to speak ill of the saints behind their backs.
The saints are still active.
Therefore, these artificers led the root cause of the destruction of the Imasca Empire to Garon.
They needed an object of hatred. Because of the psychological shadow cast by the Saint, their confidence in the empire collapsed, and they deceived themselves and changed the target of hatred to Galleons.
Garen didn't know that he now had a few more nicknames in Faerûn.
Dragon of Time.
The terminator of the Ordnance Empire.
Silver Wings of Calamity.
.............
Iolum's eyes fell on Garon's shining silver scales, and he said in a strange tone: "They are all dragons. I think you know this dragon."
The old man obviously guessed that it was Galleon. After all, the silver dragon is quite powerful. There are really not many of them in the continent of Faerun. Moreover, when Galleon first came to Faerun, he asked Io
Rum's news about the Ordnance Empire.
"No need to beat around the bush to test it, I did it."
After a few seconds, he asked curiously: "What are you doing? I remember that when I first met you, you were inquiring about the Imasca Empire."
Jialongyi simply said: "It's just because of some personal grudges."
Iolum nodded and did not continue to ask.
He lamented: "For such a large empire, it is said that it has a history of more than 6,000 years, but now it is destroyed at any time. It is really an unpredictable fate."
The Grand Arcanist looked at Garen and said, "But you are really powerful."
"It was actually able to destroy a magic empire that was at its peak."
Garen was not happy.
This sounds like he cheated the Imasca Empire for his own selfish gain. He just slightly accelerated the destined fate of the Imasca Empire. After all, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain.
"Let me clarify, the Imasca Empire's demise was caused by itself."
"With or without me, its ending will be the same."
Iolum nodded repeatedly and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I believe what you say."
Others don't know the future direction. They only know that it was Garen who destroyed the Pyramid of Magical Weapons and attracted the arrival of the Saint. Therefore, they are sure that Garen is one of the root causes of the empire's destruction.
Garen stretched his dragon wings and didn't take this matter to heart.
If the remaining Imaskans regard him as a target of revenge, Garen will welcome it.
After that, Garen and Iolum began to talk about some magic and arcane topics. One person and one dragon gradually became focused, and time passed quietly until the color of dusk replaced the morning light, shrouding the world in the sunset.
At this moment, Iolum stopped his discussion with Garen and said: "It's almost time."
He was referring to the launch of the first floating city.
"Netheril's first floating city will rise tonight, floating in the wind and clouds."
"I'll wait and see." Gallon said.
Next, Iolum flew towards a mountain range in the south, wrapped in the radiance of the spell.
One after another, figures with elemental auras shining on their bodies followed closely behind.
They were all arcanists attracted by the news about the floating city.
As for ordinary people...if they don't have arcanists to carry them, they can only stay in the city and watch the arcanists leave helplessly.
Garen also wanted to see the floating city.
If nothing else happens, the glorious Netheril Empire will have majestic floating cities one after another in the future. This is the foundation of their empire.
Witnessing the progress of history and the rise and fall of civilizations with his own eyes is what he loves.
Soon, the arcanists and dragons arrived at their destination.
Nether Mountains.
This is the largest mountain range in Netheril. It is directly named after the word Netheril. There are mountains thousands of meters high in it. The mountains are undulating and covered with dense forests.
Now many arcanists have doubts in their minds.
What was Iolum doing taking them to this kind of mountain range?
Could it be that the floating city is now built in the mountains...... Many arcanists are thinking.
However, this question soon got an answer.
After flying for another ten minutes, Iolum stopped.
A mountain roughly three thousand meters high appeared in Garon's field of vision.
The shape of this mountain is quite special.
It is not as rugged and steep as other mountains. It has a conical shape as a whole, with a huge base circumference, hundreds of kilometers long, and is dotted with green woods.
"Where's the floating city?"
Garen looked around and asked.
He saw no trace of the city.
With a proud look on his face, Iolum pointed to the nearest mountain and said, "This is it."
Garen was slightly startled.
The arcanists behind Iolum and the silver dragon were also stunned.
"Stop joking about calling a mountain a city. Where is it?"
Iolum looked at the mountains, smiled slightly, and said: "I'm not kidding, this is the carrier of the floating city I chose."
While speaking, the Grand Arcanist lowered his altitude and landed at the bottom of the mountain under the gaze of everyone.
at the same time.
The magic network began to vibrate violently.
Countless elemental energies began to gather towards Iolum's body. It was already night, but countless elemental lights reflected the place as if it were daytime.
In the obscure and solemn chanting of Iolum's spells, Garen could clearly feel that the magic network was somewhat overwhelmed.
Knock, click, click... The magic network suffered a large-scale rupture.
This means that Iolum uses a spell that exceeds the ninth level, otherwise it would not put such pressure on the magic network.
But as usual, the moment the magic net broke, there was strange energy to repair it - the goddess of magic, this deity has been silently repairing the magic net, which can be said to be conscientious.
As time passed, the elemental light filled the sky fell on Iolum's right hand.
The light covered his palm, forming an extremely bright palm sword.
"It feels so dangerous."
Garen looked at Iolum's bright sword and felt a very dangerous aura from it.
The Grand Arcanist is getting stronger and stronger.
Immediately.
Under the gazes of one after another, Iolum raised his palm with a solemn expression, and then waved cleanly towards the bottom of the thousands of meters high mountain.
The eleven-ring legendary arcana—the mountain-cutting technique.
This is a destructive and powerful spell developed on the basis of the Ten-ring Mountain Collapsing Technique. It has such powerful power that it can easily cut thousands of meters of mountains from the bottom, and can be used in combat.
The moment Iolum cut off his hand.
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It seemed that a straight and sharp brilliance flashed past, passing through the bottom of the mountain and extending to the edge of the sky.
After a moment, there was no movement.
Iolum looked a little tired and closed his palms.
Just at this time.
A strong night wind blew by, and the rows of thick trees surrounding the mountains first swayed slightly, and then amidst the rumbling sounds, they began to topple over in unison, splashing out a large amount of dust.
Where the tree broke, a sharp and smooth cut could be seen.
And... the dense forest surrounding the bottom of the mountain all showed signs of fracture.
The mountain itself looks unchanged from before.
But Garen knew that the large-scale connection between the mountain and the ground had been cut off neatly.
"If this spell falls on the enemy, tsk."
Garen lowered his head, looked at Iolum, and thought that he should have a chat with the great arcanist afterwards. He must have developed many arcane spells with powerful effects in the past twenty years.
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I have been obsessed with eating melon for the past two days, and I have forgotten the code, alas.