The former king of the Silvermoon Alliance, the queen of the North, the guardian of the Giant Fortress now, the last ray of hope for humanity, Erasdra looked at the legions below, a bitter smile on his lips hidden under the light.

As the daughter of Mystra, the goddess of the magic net, after the fall of the other party, Erasdra once felt that the sky was about to fall.

Although she is also a powerful mage of the legendary rank, and even inherits a trace of divinity from the goddess of the magic net, Erasdr knows very well that if it were not for her mother's backing, with her Silver Moon Alliance, it would be very difficult to survive even in the Northlands, let alone counterattack the Orc Empire or something.

The loss of the Demon Net Goddess is simply a subversive disaster for a regime like the Silver Moon Alliance, which is mainly composed of mages!

Fortunately, due to the re-invasion of the wizards, a unanimous agreement was reached between the gods, and the orc empire was finally not allowed to directly send troops to destroy the Silver Moon Alliance.

However, the situation did not get better for a few days.

Then came the terrible plague and the coming of the dark cataclysm.

Erasdra is lucky! The rank of legendary mage has given her enough ability to cast spells out of the net, and although she stumbles like a child, she finally has a little self-preservation.

If those mages below level 20 are like fetuses in the mother's body, without any power to protect themselves, the legendary mage is a baby that has been born, has been separated from the mother and is independent, and will not be implicated too much by the destruction of the magic net.

Even, that trace of the divinity of the goddess of the magic net also made it possible for Erasdra to succeed the goddess of the magic net!

With the help of the gods, whether light or dark, the power of the Silvermoon Federation was barely maintained.

It was only the cataclysm that followed, and the attack of the swarm, that made Erasdr have to give up most of the land. The last fortress was constructed to hold onto.

It can be said that, in addition to the orcs, the hundreds of thousands of people in this giant survivor camp are the last essence of the entire northern realm.

"Is my decision right or wrong?"

It has to be said that Erastro may be the king in peacetime. The character is completely devoid of the decision and renunciation that a leader should have, especially in this time of crisis!

"Your Majesty, I have brought the latest news from the south!"

While Erasdr was still hesitating and struggling, a portal opened, and the Great Sage Ilminster, dressed in a plain linen robe, stood behind Erasstra like a scholar preparing for the lord's inquiry, and a very low voice reached Erassta's ears:

"I've already reconfirmed that the Pearl Forest, which is about a hundred miles away from us in the south, has now been completely corroded by the swamp. A brood began to emerge......"

Erastro's heart chuckled, this was terrible news for the survivor camp!

By now, Erasdr already knew that the tide of insects and beasts that spread throughout the human world came from the nests of the mother nest that seemed to be foreign objects outside the sky, and as long as there was a hive in any area, it would be basically no different from destruction.

An endless worm that bursts out of the hive. It's enough to devour everything! Make this a completely barren place.

"Damn it...... The crops that we had worked so hard to cultivate, although the yields were very low. But it has been reclaimed...... Just harvest ...... once"

Erasdra's voice gradually deepened: "It's too late to relocate now, the establishment of the camp has already consumed all our reserves, and we can't give up at all!...... The whole world is like this, even if we migrate, where can we go?"

A sad smile bloomed on Erastro's face. Ilminster's heart was filled with bitterness.

"How is our group of mages doing?"

After a long time, Erastro seemed to have finally made up his mind, and asked Ilminster.

"It's still in training, and the best one is just releasing a level 4 spell, and this guy was a level 20 peak mage before the cataclysm. One step away from the legend......"

Ilminster sighed.

Now that the magic net has collapsed, the previous mode of exploring the laws of the elements of the world and directly casting spells with spiritual power has become the mainstream again.

Legendary mages were already involved in the study of the Arcanist, and now it was not a hassle to find out what to train in this area.

With the mage information and talent accumulation of Silver Moon City, various spell casting experiments were quickly arranged.

And now even the gods can't insist on continuing to resist the ban of the Arcanists, and although it is impossible for the church to recognize the abrogation of the treaty in order to maintain the majesty of the gods, the private research has almost reached the point of being above board.

Unfortunately, in the realm of arcane magic, those mages seem to have immediately faded from mastery masters to crappy craftsmen - the ease of casting spells from magic nets has brought about a complete regression of mage qualifications.

And once the strict selection mode of ancient times was restored, many mages immediately began to be overwhelmed.

Even, there are some old mages, because of the rigidity of their bodies and minds, there is no possibility of changing the path in the slightest, and suicides in despair occur from time to time.

And even though Erasdr is already supported by the 'power of the country', and Silvermoon City is the place with the richest reserves of spell materials, the progress so far is only to advance the Demonless Net spell to level 4.

Moreover, after breaking away from the magic net, the mages were stunned to find that the current spells had become more and more difficult to control, and they had higher requirements for their own abilities, and there were not many mages who died from the new spells.

"Keep the last batch of seeds, and the rest of the people, all of them!"

After a long time, Erasdra gritted his teeth and made a decision, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

With a wave of her hand, the legion fell silent, and the whole person reached the center of the sky, and the amplified voice echoed in all directions.

“...... They took everything from us, and now they are coming to take our lives......"

"An evil hive has come to our realm, less than a hundred miles away, and we are threatened at any time......"

"All the siege scrolls, spell items have been depleted, and we can't forge another city of hope in another place......"

"Now, tell me! Are we going to be silent any longer?"

Erastro's voice echoed all around, and Doren clenched his weapon tightly, as if that would give him a little more security.

"So we're in this danger?"

Duolun thought silently in his heart, feeling that a flame was almost surging out.

"No, I'm from here, and I'm not going to leave!"

"Never!" "Never!!" "Never!!" Beside Doron, Jimmy struck his shield with his axe and let out an angry roar.

"We're not leaving!"

The terrifying sound even converged into a current, causing the entire fortress to tremble slightly.

"Very good! I will be with you in this battle, let's fight for survival together!"

Erastro assured.

"To survive!" "To survive!"

Under the surge of enthusiasm, the team soon set off.

And Erastro, as he had promised, rode a white steed and always advanced at the top of the group.

With her divinity, she is a mage who can barely maintain the legendary rank now, and with such a strong person in charge, the morale boost is incomparable.

......

"Your team is on patrol today!"

The army marched forward, compared to the regular army, Duolun's team seemed a little chaotic, but everyone's mood was not very high, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly solemn, even if Jimmy tried to cheer up, it would be useless.

This survivor camp is their last hope, and once even that hope is dashed, even Doren won't have much courage to continue surviving in the troubled times.

"Dorun, follow me!

Jimmy seemed to be a little frustrated, and greeted Duolun with a giant axe.

"Hmm!" Duolun also couldn't stand this atmosphere, and even felt a little stuffy in his chest, and quickly got up when he heard this.

The dark continent still harbors many dangers.

Although many creatures once could not adapt to the cruel environment and became extinct, there are still a small number of tenacious survival, and in order to adapt to the environment, they have undergone cruel mutations, and even their personalities have become more cunning and murderous.

Even, Duolun faintly heard rumors of the underground race.

Drow warriors riding spiders, dreadclaw monsters, and many species that originally lived underground, took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill them from the ground, wantonly encroaching on the territory under the sun.

Behind them, the support of the gods looms, and the first to jump out is Rose the Spider.

I have to say that her choice was very correct.

In order to obtain sufficient population and resources to replenish the earth, it is also very reasonable for the gods to make concessions to the underground gods and relocate some of the ethnic groups that have adapted to the dark environment to the surface now.

Duolun also hears rumors about the city of Drow.

It is said that all males can only become the most lowly slaves there, and even more so of the alien race, which may be sacrificed to the gods at any time.

But even so, it is said that there are many wandering groups who defect to them just to get food to survive!

"It's a pity...... Rose is an evil god...... My Faith ......"

There was a moment of struggle in Duolun's eyes, but then they turned to determination.

Even though the glory of the gods is not as great as it once was, their teachings and even their influence continue throughout the main material world.

And the hostility between the good camp and the evil camp directly reversed Duolun's thinking. (To be continued.) )