"Damn! It's less than thirty kilometers from Serren, how can there be so many goblins? Isn't it said that the places ruled by Lady Celul Darker are safe? ”

Looking at the carriage destroyed by the fireball technique, a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old and slightly obese was cursing through gritted teeth, while frantically turning and running backwards, his fat face showing a painful expression.

Judging by the way he dressed, he should be the leader or master of this caravan.

The loss of a wagon and the goods it carries can cost it at least hundreds or even thousands of gold coins.

If it was something of high value such as silk, spices, and magical items, the number would swell several times more.

This is uncompromising bad news for any businessman.

However, in the world of monsters, bandits, cults, and evil dragons in the continent of Faerun, anyone who wants to go out and do business must be mentally prepared to face all kinds of crises.

Therefore, although the merchant was distressed that a carriage had been ignited by the fireball technique, he did not order the mercenaries and employees around him to extinguish the fire and salvage the goods.

The reason is simple!

He cares more about his own life than the loss of money.

The immediate priority is not to reduce losses, but to ensure that the caravan survives the goblin raid.

In particular, the opponent also has a spellcaster who can unleash the three-ring fireball technique.

This is an extremely terrifying and deadly threat to most teams that do not have the ability to cast spells.

"Please, Sambia is fighting a civil war right now, how can there be an absolutely safe place.

Nobles and warlords in many places have begun to buy and hire monsters such as orcs, gnolls, goblins, and ogres.

What's more, they will allow these fellows to plunder towns and slaughter serfs abandoned by their masters.

Perhaps these goblins were financed by the nobles and wealthy merchants of the north to deliberately disrupt the trade routes.

In comparison, Ms. Celul Dark's place is already quite good.

At least she wouldn't just find a reason to confiscate the merchant's goods directly, and she wouldn't have those greedy officials and thieves' guilds exploiting them layer by layer.

If I were to vote for someone to be the king of Sambia, I would definitely vote for Ms. Celul Dark. ”

A male warrior in chain mail beside the fat merchant rolled his eyes in frustration and raised his shield to help the former block the inferior arrows fired by the goblins.

Although every one of the guys who still eat in this country is considered a vulture, feeding on war, killing, and death, and occasionally making a cameo appearance as a bandit when needed.

But that doesn't mean they don't want a safe and stable place to house their families, or to leave a way out for themselves.

Therefore, compared with the oligarchs in the north, who have long torn off their hypocritical masks and shown their ruthless and brutal side, the south of Sambia, which implements a high degree of centralization and dictatorship, is safer and more prosperous.

After all, no matter how much it is said that Celul Gloomy Ji is also one of Zuosi's followers, he will naturally receive some overt and covert funding from the West Coast Empire.

In addition, with the Cormier Kingdom in its back, the sea routes are still unimpeded, and various trade activities can be engaged.

Both food and taxes are guaranteed to a certain extent.

Although the lives of ordinary people are not rich, at least the two basic survival demands of safety and food are still guaranteed.

This is also why the northern oligarchs have executed serfs and slaves on a large scale more than once, but they still can't stop the large number of fleeing people at the bottom.

Under the rule of the northern oligarchs and warlords, they really can't survive.

Many of them were even sold to the red-robed mages of Serre and the slave traders of Santil Fort in exchange for the most scarce food at the moment.

Because of the last food war in Zuosi, the northern part of Sambia has not recovered from the huge destruction of the production structure, even after so long.

On the contrary, it was the dictatorship of the south, which confiscated a large amount of land from rich merchants and nobles to the serfs, forced them to grow the corresponding crops according to the government's requirements, and ensured the most basic supply of grain, vegetables, fruits, and meat.

As a businessman who dared to take a huge risk to come from the north of Sambia to the south to do business, the fat man of course knew that what the mercenary captain next to him said was not wrong at all, but he still couldn't help complaining: "When we signed the contract, we could have said that you would ensure the safety of the caravan, but now a carriage has been burned." You've got to get rid of that damn goblin caster as soon as possible, or I'll lose money on another fireball. ”

"Shut up! Are you still thinking about goods at this time? Keep your eyes peeled to see how many goblins there are. ”

The mercenary captain unceremoniously pinned the merchant to the ground to prevent him from being shot by flying arrows and javelins, and then shouted at the top of his voice, "Saymir! Fuck kill that goblin caster spellcaster for me! Let him do it again, and all our commissions this time will be in vain! ”

"Head, are you kidding? Look at the shield-wielding guards around the other side, my arrows can't go into it at all. What's more, he must have been blessed with mage armor and protective arrows. ”

An archer, hiding behind the carriage, stabbed a goblin with his dagger that he had stabbed to death, his leather armor covered with foul-smelling blood, and he didn't dare stick his head out.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows how "terrifying" goblin archery is.

It is estimated that even they themselves do not know where the arrows will fly, which is similar to the Brownian motion bombs launched by a major country in South Asia.

Arrows that can't predict their flight trajectory at all ask if you're afraid?

What's more, those rusty, blackened, and plaque-growing arrows are also likely to have tetanus and some other terrifying "enchantment" effects attached.

Some people are stabbed by goblins' arrows or spears, and after a few hours, they begin to develop a fever and cause their wounds to become red and swollen until they die in agony.

And curing this terrible symptom requires at least a three-ring magic or a bottle of disease-healing potion, which is simply not something that low-level adventurers and mercenaries can afford.

"So what do you say you should do? You can't let the goblin caster continue to unleash fireballs, right? If this guy makes another shot, we don't expect to get the rest of the commission. Whether or not you can escape alive is a question. ”

The mercenary captain was obviously a little anxious, staring at the goblin who had just finished releasing the fireball technique and was groping for spell casting materials in his pocket, and the nerves in his whole body were tense.

You must know that the team he leads is not an elite, except for himself who is a mere LV3 fighter, the others don't even have a professional level at all, at best, they can only be regarded as a militia with a small amount of training.

If they relied on fortifications, they might be able to repel several times or even a dozen times their own number of goblins and kobolds.

But there is nothing to take advantage of in this kind of raid warfare.

The most important thing is that there are too many of these goblins, two or three hundred of them.

"If you really can't do it, let's withdraw, save your life first. Anyway, these goblins must have come to loot the goods, and they shouldn't chase too far after getting what they want. ”

An old fritter who looked to be about 30 years old said his opinion.

After all, the commission for the task of escorting the caravan this time is not high, and the amount allocated to each person is only three or five gold coins at best.

When the merchant heard this, he immediately got up and screamed, "No! No way! You can't do that! I'm going to go broke! And it's not what the contract says! ”

"Idiot! It's all like this, who cares about what contract. ”

The old fritter pursed his lips disdainfully.

You must know that thirty years old can already be regarded as a "high life" in the mercenary industry, which has a very high mortality rate.

Most of the young people who rush in to make a name for themselves usually die in a battle before they survive the first four months to six months.

So a guy like this who hasn't died for several years has his own code of conduct and way of survival, and understands when to fight hard and when he has to run.

And now it's clear that it's time to run away.

As for the credibility problems caused by abandoning the employer at a critical moment, it is a big deal for the team to change its name or disband and reorganize in situ and start over again.

Only by ensuring one's own survival can one continue to earn money and enjoy good wine and women.

I have to say that the words of the old fritters instantly made the minds of the members of the mercenary team come alive.

The captain even stared at his employer with a terrifying fierce light in his eyes, obviously thinking of killing people.

As long as he kills the merchant and robs him of the money he carries, he can naturally leave Sambia and go elsewhere to live happily for a while.

Anyway, the entire Faren Continent is not peaceful at the moment.

Whether it's the revival of the northern elven kingdom of Komanso, or the battle between the self-proclaimed successor of Netherrell and Fort Santil, or the sudden emergence of a large number of monsters in the Cormier Kingdom, or the war between the Mulholland Empire and Enser on the east side of the Fallen Star Sea, experienced mercenary groups are recruited everywhere.

The only thing that is too peaceful is the West Coast Empire and the surrounding radial range established through trade alliances.

As long as the war continues, they will never have to worry about running out of food.

The merchant undoubtedly noticed the changes in these mercenaries, and immediately sweated in fright, and every piece of fat on his body was trembling uncontrollably: "Don't ...... Don't kill me! In the name of the Goddess of Wealth, I swear that I will give you double the reward when you arrive in Serren! No, not double but triple, quadruple. ”

"Sorry, Mr. Employer, it's too late. I now feel that instead of desperately earning that pitiful commission, I might as well just kill you for the money you get. ”

As he spoke, the mercenary captain smiled and picked up the leaf hammer in his hand, intending to give the merchant's head a scoop.

Anyway, some goblins carry black pots, and he doesn't worry at all that someone will find out about him.

Even if the brainless paladin tried his best to find out the truth, the entire mercenary team had already left Sambia's sphere of influence.

"No !!!"

Looking at the hammer above his head that reflected a dazzling silver light in the sunlight, the merchant's pants instantly became wet, and his face was full of fear and despair.

But just as the moment came, a loud bird's call suddenly resounded through the sky, followed by a strange bird covered in fiery red feathers suddenly skimmed through space and swooped straight down towards the location of the goblin caster.

Due to the speed of the speed, the few shield-wielding guards around him did not have time to react.

The goblin caster hurriedly activated a magic pendant, instantly unleashing a dazzling magic missile.

These small clusters of light, which were composed entirely of force fields, hit the strange birds one after another, but they had little effect, only knocking out a few feathers.

Next Second......

The red monster bird grabbed the goblin caster directly and soared into the air, suddenly releasing its claws when it flew to a height of several hundred meters.

The latter fell to the ground with a thud after a few seconds of free fall.

Obviously, this goblin had not learned or prepared the [Feather Fall], otherwise a fall like this would be nothing to a prepared arcane caster.

Just when everyone was shocked by the sudden change, Dumbledore finally appeared in their sight.

However, instead of using his best magic spell, the hundred-year-old activated a very inconspicuous small object, and then pulled out the sword hanging from his waist and rushed into the goblin to start the Musou mowing mode.

Countless goblins were powerless in front of the sword in his hand, and they were easily split in half on the spot, blood and internal organs scattered and stained the ground red.

If Zuo Si was here, he would definitely recognize that the effect surrounding Dumbledore's body at this moment was the enhanced magic that Hermione had carried forward.

Due to the change in the casting environment, the spell on the Enchanted Earth does not work at all on the continent of Faeron.

As a last resort, he can only use the demonic storage items that were created using some of the world's magic technology at the time of manufacture, and use enhanced magic to kill these little monsters that look no different from robbers, and save the humans around the convoy who are being attacked.

After all, the wizards who graduated from Gryffindor House at Hogwarts were all reckless, and their founders left behind a sword, so Dumbledore also learned to practice swordsmanship when he was young.

Although it hasn't been used for decades, it's no problem to bully goblins with the blessing of enhanced magic.

At this moment, the old man, whose hair and beard had turned gray, had the demeanor of Gandalf, the "Sword Saint of Middle-earth", and everywhere he passed was mutilated corpses, and even the agile goblin dogs could not get close.

Wherever the silver sword light flashed, enemies were bound to fall.

As we all know, goblins have never been a courageous race.

When they witnessed the death of the powerful leader of the spellcaster, the most courageous warriors of the tribe were killed like chicks, and immediately left the convoy screaming and scattering, leaving nothing but a mess everywhere.

"Phew—these little monsters have finally run away.

Otherwise, I won't be able to make it out.

This kind of overly fierce fighting is really enough for an old man of my age.

It seems that the world is much more savage and dangerous than I thought.

And I'll have to find a place where I can learn magic as soon as possible, or I'll be in trouble if I encounter more powerful monsters. ”

Dumbledore shook off the blood stained on his sword and muttered a few words.

There is no doubt that his appearance and the rout of the goblins directly froze the mercenaries who had planned to kill their employers.

In particular, the captain who raised the leaf hammer and intended to kill the killer was now frozen directly in place, while the fat merchant showed an ecstatic expression, struggled to get up and pounced directly on the old man who had saved his life, and tried to seek refuge from the other party in a very fast lingua franca.

It's a pity that Dumbledore couldn't understand the surface lingua franca of the continent of Faeron at all, let alone the middle-aged fat man in front of him said a lot of what he wanted to express.

However, judging from the expressions of those mercenaries and the nervous reactions of both sides, it should be due to unknown reasons that internal conflicts broke out.

Because he did not understand the situation, the old man had no way to make a judgment, so he could only use gestures and movements to signal that the two sides should not have conflicts.

He didn't realize that the biggest difference between the Faeron Continent and the Enchanted Earth was that there were real gods here.

Therefore, those who believe in evil gods will not feel any guilt when they kill people, but will think that they are practicing the teachings, and even if they are caught and killed, it is a supreme honor.

So most of the devout cultists are a bunch of crazy people who are not afraid of death.

Law and order have no deterrent effect on them at all.

Anyone with a little religious knowledge understands that after death, the soul of a believer will be taken to the kingdom of the gods and given eternal life.

Eventually, under the mediation of the Hogwarts Swordmaster's language barrier, the merchant and the mercenary finally quieted down, and did not continue to quarrel fiercely or even curse, but only maintained a superficial peace.

They had apparently sensed that this powerful old man was most likely from another plane.

This is so common in Faeron, who is full of traversers, that it is not worth making a fuss about at all.

The merchant's plan was to arrive at the nearest city, Serren, under Dumbledore's protection, and then report the mercenaries to local law enforcement for their attempts to murder their employers.

The mercenaries are trying to find an opportunity to kill the dead fat man on the last thirty roads.

If you can't do it, run away before you enter the city, or they will be caught and hanged.

Under the undercurrent, the caravan quickly buried the dead, packed up the goods, and set off again.

However, Dumbledore obviously didn't care about this, he was observing everything around him through those wise eyes, and then judging the general situation of the world and the overall level of civilization.

It didn't take long for him to perceive from the weapons, armor, clothes, shoes, and caravans of the caravan members that the world might be in a state similar to that of the fourteenth century on Earth.

But the standard of living of the common people is relatively better, and they don't want the scrawny serfs of the Middle Ages, and most of the people are in good physical condition and nutritional intake.

There were even fine glassware, pottery, herbs, weapons, armor, spices, and translucent spider silk clothing embroidered with beautiful patterns.

Such goods were widely spread on the earth until the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.

The most important thing is that the old man didn't find much related to magic in the team, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But fortunately, the destination of the caravan must be to sell the goods, as long as you follow these locals to the town, Dumbledore still patiently followed the convoy slowly.

It was only after a few hours that it began to get dark, and the team stopped in a relatively open area on the side of the road to start cutting wood and making a fire for cooking.

Despite the proximity to the city of Serren, according to the fat merchant's idea, it was best to go through the gates and stay in a hotel in the safety of the city.

But the problem is that most of the cities in the Faren Continent will close their gates at night to prevent enemies or monsters from rushing in and destroying them under the cover of night.

This meant that even if the caravan reached Serren, the defenders would not open the door for them, but would spend the night outside the walls and wait for the gate to open after dawn.

Since he was destined not to enter the city tonight, there was naturally no need for the fat merchant to urge the team to hurry on the night full of dangers.

In a few moments, the caravan drivers and men lit a bonfire and put the iron pot on the rack and began to boil the soup.

As for the meat, it is basically dried sausages or marinated bacon and salted fish.

Topped with some dried mushrooms, onions, cabbage, carrots, and a sprinkle of thickened breadcrumbs and cheese, a pot of sambian soup is ready.

In order to curry favor with his life-saver, the fat merchant personally filled Dumbledore with a large bowl and cut a large piece of white flour that was not very hard.

"Thank you!"

Dumbledore nodded and took the food, following the example of the others by soaking the bread in the soup and taking a bite into it.

Hmmm – it tastes pretty good.

He gave an evaluation from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, this so-called "nice" is only for the British who have lived in a gastronomic desert for many years.

If it were Zuo Silai, he would definitely directly regard this pot of messy stew as a dark dish.

Especially throwing breadcrumbs and cheese into the soup, he would not accept it under any circumstances, let alone drink even a sip.

After eating his portion, Dumbledore sat with his back to the wheels of the carriage and sat at the campfire and looked up at the stars.

Through the position of the stars in the sky, which was completely different from the earth, he was now 100% sure that he had left his homeland and was in a completely unknown world.

The long-lost excitement and anticipation filled his brain, causing the old man to not feel sleepy at all.

In order to prevent those mercenaries from murdering him, the fat merchant brought a bottle of fine wine to Dumbledore's side after dinner.

After the two of them finished drinking a bottle of wine in a different language, the merchant lay down on the ground next to him and pretended to fall asleep.

He knew very well that as long as he survived this last night safely, he would be completely out of danger.

So even though I was very tired and sleepy, I still didn't dare to really sleep, but forced myself to be vigilant.

On the other hand, the mercenaries also realized that tonight was the last time to make a move, so they also made a ruthless plan to lure the old man away first, and then kill the employer without doing anything, snatch all his money and escape.

Soon, the thieves in the ranks, who were adept at moving forward, disappeared into the darkness, silently pulled out a piece of parchment, wrapped in layers of parchment, and threw it among the horses and livestock that were eating feed.

Moment!

The horses, cows, and other animals that had been quiet a second ago immediately let out an uneasy roar, and at the same time began to struggle and scurry around as if frightened.

This undoubtedly caused the resting coachmen, merchants, and men to get up one after another to comfort the livestock, and the whole camp was thrown into chaos.

Even Dumbledore had to join the chase for the livestock, and even had Phoenix Fawkes fly high above the mountains to see where the horses were hiding.

"Hey, hey! It is really worthy of two gold coins and a pack of dragon dung, and the effect is really immediate. ”

The thief curled the corners of his mouth into a sinister smile.

It was clear that what he had just thrown was nothing else, it was dragon dung that could have a huge deterrent effect on other beasts.

Many adventurers like to buy a pack of dried spare when they go out into the wilderness.

As long as it is left open and placed around during the camp, there will generally be no wild beasts or other animals approaching.

If this thing is thrown next to the livestock, the timid horse will be frightened and go berserk, which will cause a huge commotion.

And that's exactly what the mercenaries want to achieve.

While everyone was busy chasing the horses in the night, a dozen mercenaries quickly grabbed the lone merchant and covered the middle-aged fat man's mouth and nose, preventing him from making even the slightest cry for help.

After about a few minutes, they quietly left the camp and came to a river six or seven hundred meters away.

The captain of the leader smiled and said to the merchant, "Dear Mr. Employer, do you think that you can escape from our hands with that mysterious old man?" Don't daydream! No one can save you today! ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

The middle-aged fat man was obviously terrified, and tried all his strength to break free from the restraints of the other two mercenaries behind him.

But it's a pity that he is just an ordinary person, he has not received any training in warriors or spell casting, no matter how much he struggles, it is useless, he can only watch Ye Hammer raise high and smash his head down.

Just as he was about to splash blood, a rope suddenly flew from a distance, directly tying the mercenary captain from head to toe at a lightning speed, and the whole person fell straight to the ground in a strange posture.

Then Dumbledore's figure slowly walked out from behind a tree, sighing with a gloomy expression.

"Alas—I can't believe that I was in this situation on my first day in this world. I don't know what the grudge is between you, but isn't it a bit too much to murder a businessman like this? ”

"What is he talking about?"

A mercenary glanced at the captain, who was bound by magic ropes, his face full of nervousness and guard.

After all, just a few hours ago, he had witnessed the terrifying sight of the other party mowing the grass in the middle of a large group of goblins.

"Damn! Don't ask me, how do I know. But I think it's better for us to spread out and run away, so we have a better chance of surviving. ”

The other mercenary was also frightened, and subconsciously began to slowly retreat.

"Bastard! Don't run! What should I do if you run away? ”

The mercenary captain, who was tied up by magic ropes, revealed an unconcealed anxiety in his eyes.

It's a pity that no one wants to care about his life or death now.

As one of them shouted, all the mercenaries present began to turn around and run in unison, and after three or five seconds, they disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, not bothering to chase after him, intending to untie the merchant.

But before he could stretch out his hand, a scream suddenly came from the woods by the river.

"Ah!!!!!!h

Followed by the second, third, and fourth......

In a few moments, the creepy dense woods rustled in the evening breeze, followed by a behemoth covered in green scales.

With a slender body of more than seventeen meters, huge and strong wings, two eyes as bright as jewels, thick limbs and claws, and a tail full of spikes, all these characteristics prove that this is a very dangerous green dragon on the continent of Faerun.

A fire dragon of this world?

Dumbledore's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

If he retains all his spell-casting abilities, of course he won't be afraid of a single dragon.

However, due to the sudden change in the casting environment, he simply could not wield his wand and cast all kinds of powerful spells to play with his opponents in the palm of his hand.

Just as the old man began to recall the knowledge related to dragons in his mind, and was about to have a smart annealing dragon, the green dragon suddenly began to chant a spell to bless himself, followed by an English greeting with a standard old London Zhengmi flag accent: "Hello, interesting mortal from the heterogeneous plane. ”

"Can you speak? And it's still English? ”

Dumbledore was momentarily stunned, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Because on the side of the magic earth, the fire dragon has no intelligence to speak of, and is completely a fierce beast.

The only purpose is to provide wizards with a variety of materials.

Especially dragon blood, many potions and alchemy can be used.

The green dragon sneered and asked, "Why, isn't it true that the dragon in the world you were born in can't speak?" As for language, I'm just using a magic called Clever Words to automatically convert dragon language into words you can understand, not that I learned the language. ”

"Magic? I see. ”

Dumbledore instantly realized how huge the gap between the dragons of the Faeron continent and the dragons of the Enchanted Earth was.

Wisdom alone can throw off dragons that are completely subservient to instinct a dozen streets.

Not to mention that the other party is also suspected of having a very powerful spell-casting ability.

Thinking of this, he immediately became interested and continued to ask: "All the dragons in this world are like you, not only do they have the same wisdom as humans, but they can also release all kinds of spells?"

If you don't mind, can you tell me about what magic in this world is like?

How does it work?

Ever since I came into this world, I have always felt a vague energy in the air around me.

I just don't know exactly how to use it. ”

Obviously, Albus Dumbledore was a typical person with a very strong desire to find a job.

He later gave many people a desireless appearance, in fact, because he had mastered almost all the secrets of the wizarding world, as well as the dark magic that ordinary wizards would never come into contact with in their lifetime.

All of Voldemort's evil spells were good at, and Dumbledore could unleash a more powerful version of it at any time if he wanted to.

Therefore, the absence of desire is not the absence of intellectual curiosity, but the absence of much knowledge and secrets that allow him to continue his research and exploration.

But at this moment, the pent-up desire for knowledge instantly swept through the whole body like a volcanic eruption with the appearance of this green dragon.

Excited!

Agitated!

Expect!

This different magical world was undoubtedly the great adventure that the old man was looking forward to.

Although the green dragon's eyes already revealed a terrifying malice, he didn't care at all.

After all, how can a person who is not even afraid of death be afraid of an evil dragon.

"I can answer all your questions. But what are you going to do in exchange? Knowledge is never cheap, especially when it comes to magic. ”

The green dragon curled the corners of his mouth into a playful smile.

In fact, the goblins who plundered the caravans were his servants, intending to take advantage of the Sambian civil war to increase their fortune by plundering a side hustle.

But I thought that I had encountered such an interesting thing.

Compared to other greedy dragons, the green dragon can be said to have a relatively light view of money.

They prefer to collect treasures that they think are valuable, rather than piles of gold and silver coins and precious stones.

"What do you want in exchange?"

Dumbledore cautiously probed.

By looking at him, he found that the dragon had very visible traces of blood on its teeth and lips.

This also shows that eighty percent of the mercenaries who fled into the woods just now were brutally eaten by the other party.

"Quite simply, anything of value can be exchanged as a bargaining chip, even yourself."

The green dragon's eyes flashed with a sly glow, and he lay on the ground in a slightly languid posture to reduce the threat he posed.

Dumbledore glanced at the items he was carrying, and finally took a ring from his hand that could store spells and threw it over.

"Here, I think this should be enough in exchange for the answers to the three questions just now."

The green dragon instantly released a mage's hand and firmly caught the ring, and then placed it in the palm of his hand for identification.

It took about a minute or so for him to comment, "A storage ring with some unknown technology?

Judging by the quality, it should be able to store five levels of spells, which is barely a decent magic item.

Well, it's enough to just answer some of the most basic questions. ”

"Then let's start quickly, I can't wait."

Dumbledore urged as he touched the thick white beard on his chin.

Don't look at him, when he was the headmaster of Hogwarts, he always gave people a methodical calmness and calmness.

But in fact, when he was young, he was an out-and-out angry and irascible old man, and even wanted to overthrow the existing order in the wizarding world through armed rebellion.

"No problem, let's start with the first question."

The green dragon fiddled with the Magic Ring as he began to tell the story of the birth and several changes of the Planet Torrell's Magic Net, as well as the principles of arcane magic, and the general state of the world.

"You mean that almost all spells in this world are released through the web controlled by the goddess of magic?"

Dumbledore only felt his heart, which had been dormant in his chest for so many years, begin to beat violently.

Because he knew that in this world there was not only deeper and more powerful magic, but also a god who controlled all magic.

Netheril's Grand Arcanist can even usurp authority belonging to the gods through magic, leading to the fall of the most powerful of the original Magic Goddesses.

The Lost Ancient Magical Civilization!

High up in the sky, a god who can bestow divine magic on mortal believers!

Demons, demons, angels, and countless otherworldly creatures from the outer planes!

A dragon with wisdom and powerful spell-casting abilities!

Giants and elves who have built glorious civilizations!

Such a shocking and wonderful world instantly stimulated the curiosity and thirst for adventure in the old man's bones.

Sitting in the headmaster's office to discipline all kinds of mischievous students every day, arguing with the school board and the Ministry of Magic, this is the life he longs for.

The green dragon apparently sensed the reaction of the interesting human, and nodded meaningfully, "That's right. In principle, all spells need to be cast through a magic web. However, there are very few exceptions. If you want to know this information, you'll need to pay for it separately. ”

Dumbledore replied regretfully, "Forget it, I don't have a few magical items on me to exchange with you." One last question, do you know South? ”

"Soth?!"

The moment he heard this name, the green dragon suddenly stood up from the ground, exuding a terrifying dragon power all over his body, and narrowed his eyes and asked, "This Soth you mentioned should not refer to the emperor of the West Coast Empire and the elect of the goddess of magic, right?" ”

"Emperor? Elector? ”

Dumbledore was momentarily stunned.

Although he has long known that Zuo Si's identity in this world is definitely not simple.

But I never expected it to be so outrageous.

From the conversation with the Green Dragon, the old man had learned what it meant to be a voter, especially to the Goddess of Magic.

They themselves are the nodes of the magic web, and they hold part of the power to control the magic net in place of the goddess.

No spellcaster would want to face the Goddess of Magic's chosen ones.

Because in front of Silver Fire, most spells can't even take effect normally.

"Damn! You don't have anything to do with South, do you? ”

The green dragon was clearly aware of the seriousness of the problem, and his tone revealed unconcealed tension and fear.

"You probably won't believe it. I was the principal of a magic school he once attended. ”

As Dumbledore's words blurted out, the green dragon stood motionless as if he had been petrified.

After a few minutes or so, he suddenly threw the ring on his hand like a hot potato like a hot potato, and then spread his wings and wanted to fly away, leaving the old man with an extremely dangerous status.

The green dragon couldn't imagine how Zuo Si would clean himself up if he knew about this matter.

You must know that now there are two dragon kings in the Faren Continent who have died directly or indirectly in the hands of Zuo Si.

And any dragon who dares to do things within the limits of the West Coast Empire, or attacks airships and ships laden with valuable goods, will not escape death.

But just as he was taking off, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air.

Then, a lich dressed in robes and exuding a piercing chill from top to bottom appeared out of thin air and unceremoniously blocked the way.

(End of chapter)