"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.
He immediately understood what the forces that Felin Mokui was talking about that abused magic.
It was the Nether Empire that expelled him.
With hatred for the Nether Empire, Orostin said to the Felin Demon Kui: "I happen to know."
With a look of pleasure on his face, he told the phaerinn in front of him all the news he knew about Netheril.
Listening to Orostin's words, Felin Mokui was stunned for a moment.
It didn't expect that as soon as it left the underground, the first person it met happened to know their enemy so well and was very enthusiastic.
"I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the phaerim."
The phaerimm said to Orostin.
It also opened its mouth and spit out a staff glowing with dazzling elemental aura, a brown crystal, and said: "This staff is a small piece of my heart."
"In addition, there is an abandoned fortress hidden underground in the northwest. You can rebuild it to hide from the evil Nese Arcanist."
After giving the location coordinates to Orostin, it pointed to the crystal and said, "If you still have information about the Nether Empire in the future, you can contact us through the crystal."
"In exchange, our race will give you adequate reward."
"Magical equipment, spells, or help from us."
Orosteen was overjoyed, accepted the staff and crystal, and said: "I'm glad to meet you. I believe we will be in touch in the future."
Next, the phaerimm returned to the depths of the earth with news about the Netheril Empire, planning how to take revenge on the arcanist empire.
Time passes quietly.
Several years passed by in a flash.
Orostin left the lands of Faerûn and found the Fortress.
He summoned some creatures who were also dissatisfied with Netheril, including but not limited to humans, elves, goblins, orcs, etc., to join his fortress, and with the help of the Faerun Demon Sunflower, it grew and grew little by little.
During this period, Garen and Iolum no longer appeared.
The phaerinn never appeared again.
The Empire of Netheril is calm, but it's like the calm before the storm.
In the eyes of the other arcanists, the King of Arcanists seemed to have disappeared from the world. He left the First City and did not appear in other arcanist cities.
Many arcanists speculate that Iolum has left Faerûn and gone to other planes.
In fact, he changed his appearance and took Garen to travel around the land of Faerûn. While discussing future strategies with Garen, he continued to discuss spells and space-time magic.
With the help of Iolum, Garen absorbed the thousands of years of magical knowledge at an extremely fast speed.
He learned and mastered spells of ten levels and above one after another, becoming one of his abilities.
This time of no change passed for several more years.
Until, the land belonging to Nether's territory suddenly shook.
Deep cracks appeared one after another, and then countless ugly monsters crawled out of them, swarming in groups and speeding towards the realm below the floating cities.
In this regard, the reaction of the arcanists was not violent.
Compared with the magic experiments of some great arcanists, the movement of the phaerinn magic sunken breaking through the earth can only be said to be trivial, and naturally it cannot arouse the vigilance of the arcanists.
Next, groups of phaerimms began to use suction magic on a large scale.
They are ancient and powerful creatures.
This spell-like ability can not only absorb magic power, but also the vitality of all things. The elemental energy near the floating cities began to decrease significantly, and the land below slowly became barren, flowers and trees withered, rivers dried up, and beasts died...
........The earth is turning into desert.
This also has a certain impact on arcanists who live high in the sky.
Some city lords discovered that the energy supply of the magic network's core was weakening. At first, they didn't take it seriously, and just controlled the floating city to float to other places.
But soon, the arcanists discovered that the deserted land seemed to be moving with the floating city.
at the same time.
As time goes by, the effect of the core of the magic network weakens even more.
The arcanists finally realized the seriousness of the problem.
A large number of arcanists left the floating city and went to the ground to investigate the situation.
Then...................they were ambushed by the phaerinn.
The phaerinns that absorb magic can be said to be the nemesis of spellcasters to a large extent. Fortunately, because Iolum introduced the phaerinns at an exchange meeting, the arcanists were less likely to face their attacks.
At that time, I came back to my senses and knew how to face it.
The first frontal attack from the Phayling Demon Kui did not cause too many casualties.
But this sounded the alarm for the Netherese Empire.
A race of creatures that absorb magic is a huge threat to the floating city, and their existence cannot be tolerated.
As a result, the war between the arcanist and the phaerinn erupted.
And at this time.
An elegant white cat walked on catwalks and jumped through the window into a clean and tidy room full of magic props.
"Cat Cat..."
There was a two-year-old child in the room.
The child looked at the white cat with big curious eyes and ran over with short legs, trying to pick it up.
However, the vigorous white cat jumped onto the wardrobe and looked at the two-year-old child from a high place with a strange look in its eyes.
"Young Karthus..."
This white cat was transformed by Garen in order not to attract attention.
It has been more than ten years since he came to Faerûn, and finally, Iolum received news from Karsus.
Iolum was already hiding behind the scenes at this time, silently observing the progress between Netheril and the Phaerim, and waiting for the critical moment before taking action. So after Garon learned the news, he came to Karthus
The floating city where he was located planned to see what the future great arcanist looked like and plant a time mark on him.
"Cat, let me pet you."
The young Karthus looked up at the white cat.
Next, he raised his chubby little hand and gave Garen a gentle tug.
The white cat remained unmoved.
"Huh?"
The young Karsus blinked his big eyes and looked down at his hands in confusion.
Then he continued to wave to Garen, but Garen always looked at him quietly, unmoved.
In fact, Garen's heart was filled with shock.
Every time the young Karsus waved his hand, the surrounding elemental energy automatically gathered together, forming a transparent mage's hand, which gently grabbed Garen, but was dispersed by Garen before he even got close to it.
"Zero Ring Trick......"
Garen looked at the young body of Karsus, shook his tail slightly, and exhaled.
Karsus, who was just two years old, had already learned spells!
Such a talent is truly astonishing and terrifying.
You must know that as far as the human race is concerned, it is difficult to release spells without sufficient accumulation of knowledge. The skill of this two-year-old human cub mage is enough to even make many official arcanists feel...
ashamed.
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