Broad World

Floating City, one of the ultimate creations of spellcasters in Faerun’s history, fully embodies the view that arcanists have been exposing all the time-magic is omnipotent. It not only allows the entire city to fly high in the sky, but also itself A terrifying weapon is enough to make most cities on the main plane disappear from the map in an instant.

When the Great Arcanist Iolum took a core of Mysera and flattened the mountain, I was afraid that he would never dream of what kind of era he had opened. With the establishment of floating cities, Netheril entered An unprecedented period of prosperity.

At that time, whether it was the dragon flying in the sky or the invincible giant on the ground, it had to crawl under the feet of the Great Arcanist. What's more, a special organization-the Zassman Sect was born.

They didn't know where they cracked part of the mystery of the gods, and through the self-sacrifice of thirty-nine members, they created a dagger, a terrible weapon that can ignore the divine nature and power.

Obviously, the purpose of making this artifact was to kill the gods. They believed that mortals could use violence to overthrow the gods, but in the end it attracted the wrath of the ancient **** of death Jego. All the members disappeared mysteriously overnight. The name of that dagger has been handed down—Zassman's dagger, one of the very few weapons on the continent that can kill gods.

Henry looked up a lot of information about the era of Netheril, and at the same time inferred how terrifying the magic had developed at that time. Maybe in one or two thousand years, they could really overthrow the divine power and establish a mortal. A powerful civilization led by.

It is precisely because of this that he is particularly jealous of Ghost City. In order not to irritate the opponent, he didn't even move the spies in the city. Silently waiting for the completion of the construction of his own copycat floating city.

You know, according to the original plan, he intends to wait for the plot to begin two years later, and then follow the disciples of the dwarf master Georgan to find the well-preserved floating city hidden in the Ernook Desert, but the threat of the ghost city is imminent. , Only to be forced to build a copycat version of scare people first.

After all, nuclear power is not the nucleus of Misera. It can draw endless energy from the magic net. Although the current reserves are enough to fly in the sky for a hundred and eighty years, there will always be a day of falling. God knows where to find similar high-efficiency energy.

While Henry was thinking, a burst of violent cheers erupted from the Colosseum. He hurriedly returned to his mind and watched intently. It turned out that an orc hunter from a primitive tribe exploded with a strong will to survive before he died, relying on the spear in his hand. Three members of the Guard were stabbed to death in a row.

Desperate counterattack, the scene that all the audience likes to see, even Fugner can't help standing up and whispering: "What a powerful soldier. If it were a few months ago, I would be very happy to end and give him the glory of death. "

"Haha! I don't think you are the opponent of the hunter off the court now. What's more, the reason why he is so brave is not to meet death, but to continue to live." He said that Henry glanced at the opponent. His belly became more and more obvious, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

As he expected, the ruling class of orcs degenerated very quickly, changing from a brave warrior to a hedonist in just a few months. This change even spread to some soul shamans, and now even if the orc main **** descends to the earth, it may not be able to influence these people who are keen to enjoy themselves.

Regarding his monarch’s ridicule, not only did Fogner not be angry, but he laughed along with him: "Haha! You are right, all the **** cooks are to be blamed. They make the food so delicious, maybe it won’t take me long. Will become the fattest orc ever."

Henry shook his head with a smile after hearing this sentence: "Oh... my Viscount. You can't transfer the responsibility of getting fat to the chef. Listen to me, do more exercise, this will not only make you live longer, And it can maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness. I don’t want to see you over two hundred kilograms one day."

"Well, in order to enjoy life better, I will spare an hour every day to exercise martial arts." Fugna said with a slight sigh. He also knew that his indulgence during this period was a bit powerful, and he might not live for a few years if he continued like this, so he decisively adopted Henry's suggestion.

Just as the two talked, the duel field finally decided the winner. Although the orc hunter showed the courage to fight to the death, he was outnumbered in the end, and was rushed up by five opponents to divide his body, blood and internal organs scattered everywhere, giving the audience a great sensory stimulation.

The winner stepped on the body of the loser and raised his hands to pay tribute to the auditorium. The fanatical audience also waved their arms and shouted loudly, as if venting the tyrannical emotions hidden in their hearts.

Henry discovered that it was not just the orcs who came to watch the show. More than one-third of them were actually humans. Many of them were business travelers from the past, and some were slave traders from Luskan. They all had weird expressions. It is not like coming to watch a performance, nor is it like participating in gambling, which makes people feel very weird.

With a puzzled look on Fugena’s own king’s face, he took a sip of wine and explained: “Those guys are here to do business. The caravan wants to buy strong and skilled slaves, and the slave traders want them to train. The Gladiator of the United States played, but the price has not been negotiated."

"Oh? So the Colosseum dedicated to the Slaughterer can make a lot of money?" Henry asked, touching his chin. It was the first time that he discovered that this primitive and barbaric sport was so profitable, and even the expensive slave traders seemed to be involved in it.

"Yes, duel is not an entertainment that the poor can afford. Each person costs five silver coins for admission alone, and the more expensive the seat is, the more expensive the seat is. Coupled with gambling and the sale of professional-level slaves, you can earn almost a day. Seven or eight hundred gold coins, but half of them will be donated to the temple. Generally speaking, it is not bad." Fugner explained the input cheerfully.

After listening to the operating system of the arena, Henry was taken aback: "Is this what you came up with?!"

After killing him, he didn't believe that the complicated profit model came from simple-minded orcs, and there must be a business-savvy guy behind it.

"Hey! You should know that I don't have these fancy bowels. They were all thought of by a down-and-out businessman. His name was Bill, and he accidentally broke into the ogre's territory when he was doing business. It almost became the other party's dinner. Fortunately, we found him early and fished him out of the pot. In order to repay his life-saving grace, he vowed to serve me for five years, a very good human being, and I like his clever brain."

Speaking of Fugner, he pointed to a middle-aged man standing under the Colosseum: "It is him, I have been appointed as the supervisor here, responsible for the operation of the entire Colosseum."

Henry squinted his eyes for a large amount of the person's skin color and face, and nodded slightly: "A typical Karinshan. No wonder he is so familiar with the operation of the Colosseum. You'd better be careful, generally in this industry. The identity of the person is not too simple."

"It doesn't matter, he will not be able to escape from my palm within a few kilometers of Wywood City, not to mention there is a mage tower in the city." Fugner touched his short beard and said very confidently.

"Don't be careless, I suspect that he may have some connection with the Thieves Guild in the South. Speaking of the Mage Tower, I have one more thing to inform you. Alan has been sent to this city by me. He will live here for the next two years. Accept the training and don't tell anyone else." Henry said in a very low voice, except for the two, even the orc warrior guarding the door could not hear clearly.

a bolt from the blue!

The news instantly plunged Fugena into a sluggish state, and it took two minutes for him to come back to his senses: "You...you mean... the crown prince is here now?!!!"

Henry smiled meaningfully and nodded: "Yes, the young eagle must accept the baptism of the storm to grow. Only such a harsh environment can create a tough character. Try to cooperate with Sarah Brightman's actions, I want to let Allen experiences pain, betrayal and frustration here until he understands the truest side of the world."

"You are such a lunatic..." Fugner took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

"Mad?" Henry laughed mockingly. "Perhaps! It's better to endure hardship now than to die in the future. I'll leave it to you here. I have something to go to the mountains to the west."

"West? There is nothing there except the Troll Roaring Forest and the Troll Mountain." Fugna said with a puzzled face.

"Hehe, that's just for ordinary people. On the north side of the Troll Mountain, there is a mage with the highest level of spellcasting on the main plane, the king of wizards in the era of Netheril, Lavok. I have something to confirm. Click." Henry stood up and activated the teleportation magic, and disappeared in the same place in the blink of an eye, just like when he came.

Fugner sat in a chair for a long time, followed by his whole body shaking uncontrollably, his eyes full of fear.

He finally understood why Henry didn't allow the orcs to approach the tomb of the sorcerer before. It turned out that it was the lair of a terrible lich. Once he provokes him, he might not even know how to die.

terrible!

so horrible!

As an orc living in the highest wilderness, he had heard of the magical plague that broke out in the Baldur’s Gate a few years ago, which caused millions of deaths. It wasn’t that Lavok deliberately spread it out, but Some intruders accidentally brought it out. Such an amazing lethality is beyond the reach of the goddess of poison and disease—Talona~www.ltnovel.com~ How can such an undead spellcaster make people not afraid ?

Fugner was determined to be determined if he didn't pee on his pants on the spot. You must know that the name mentioned at Baldur's Gate can play a role in cleaning the street, and it can cause a wide range of panic and riots in minutes.

But all this has nothing to do with Henry. He has arrived at the foot of the mountain at this moment, ready to start searching for the location of the tomb of the sorcerer, visit this reclusive king of wizards, and feel the great arcane of the Netheril era by the way. What level is it, and is it as scary as the rumors.

Of course, if conditions permit, he also wants to see the artifact "Dead Moon Magic Orb" with his own eyes, provided that this treasure returns to the hands of its creator.

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