As the so-called 'restoration of the country', we should first restore the law of our ancestors.

If you want to restore the law of the ancestors, you have to archaeology first.

We don't even know a few serious arcane laws in our group combined, so how can we pretend to be Netherreans in the future?

Reasonable!

David's words made Dragon Daddy Artilisia unable to find a reason to refute for a while.

After all, there is still a significant difference between an Arcanist and a Mage, especially in the eyes of a seasoned spellcaster.

Mages can only choose a certain number of spells to "prepare" from their spellbook, which are all spells that can be cast in the following day.

A spell book is usually a physical book, also known as a spell codex, that contains specific descriptions, patterns, symbols, and spell casting methods for all spells that the mage has learned and recorded, and the mage usually needs to use spells, set postures, and related materials to cast spells, which can help the mage shape and channel the energy of the magic web to create spell effects.

Because of this, the mage's fighting style is more ritualistic and planned.

In a battle and encounter that is prepared in advance, the combat effectiveness displayed by mages is often very different.

In contrast, arcanists are more inclined to study the nature of magic, and tend to be more intuitive and freewheeling when casting spells, and can use all the spells they have learned by using their own magic powers.

In this respect, the Arcanist is somewhat similar to Davy, a natural warlock dragon, but the Warlock can only 'awaken' spells by luck, while the Arcanist is able to learn the spells he is good at or interested in.

With the blessing of the Floating City's Mithic Core, the Arcanist can even invoke the magic energy extracted by the Mithic Core, as long as his spiritual power is not exhausted, it is almost equivalent to an infinite blue-striped mage soaked in the spring, which is quite against the sky to some extent.

Probably the only thing that can limit the Arcanist is to learn the Arcanist's talent and intelligence.

To put it bluntly, it's a brainstorm, in addition to hard work, you have to depend on your fate.

To take the simplest example, if you want to become a full-fledged arcanist from an arcane apprentice, you must publish at least one report on the results of magic research that is widely recognized by the arcanists in public.

Congratulations, you're qualified to become an official Arcanist.

From this alone, David thought that with his brain, he probably couldn't become a real arcanist in this life.

On the contrary, aside from him as a 'time-traveler', the dragon mother Pavra was able to derive power from the fragmented information he carried, and Netharel was qualified enough to be nominated as a Grand Arcanist.

Dragon Daddy, who has already advanced alchemy to the master-level level and developed the [Sobering Elixir] on his own, is not a problem to become an arcane master based on alchemy.

Tanya, the dragon sister who once obtained the 'Weaving Silver Dragon' at Devensel Academy in the New World, should also have this potential with a little study.

In such a comparison, he seems to be the only scumbag in this family of scholars who has not inherited any IQ.

However, David was not discouraged, he could not learn the arcane or even the underlying essence behind the arcane.

But he can just prostitute it for nothing!

As long as more and more citizens of the entire city 'awaken' the arcane arts, as long as he is still jealous, he can prostitute himself infinitely.

He David is not destined to become a scholar who will go down in history, but he can become a 'spell troll' and an 'arcane machine cannon' that carves into the psychological shadow of the enemy.

If you can't build an atomic bomb, won't you press the 'nuclear launch button'? It really is.

With this idea pleasing to the dragon, David immediately drove the Bedouin barbarians to the land of the remains of the floating city, but according to the description of the desert barbarians, the area that could dig up the ruins was at least a few hundred kilometers in a radius, but only a few of the shallow tunnels were relatively safe.

But this kind of security is for these mortals, and before they can finish their words, the impatient David will [arrogantly] 'go into the water'.

This trick was used when he was at Devinsell Academy when the archmage used the [Confinement] variant [Burying] to send him deep underground.

As long as he arrogantly thinks that the sea of sand in front of him is a sea, then for him, the desert in front of him can swim freely.

How to say that feeling, it's probably like playing a game and wearing a bug, and you can even see the feet of the dragon father above, and everything in front of you becomes 'transparent and visible'.

At the same time, I also saw a large number of iceberg-like 'floating city remains' underground, but it was just as expected.

These floating cities that fell from the troposphere of thousands of meters were called sparse pieces, and it was almost impossible to find too many relatively complete parts.

What made David even more angry was that the core of these wreckage, the components belonging to the Mithic core, seemed to have been artificially dug up a long time ago, and there was not even a relatively complete piece of the Mithic core left for him.

This made David's idea of 'picking up a scrap engine and repairing it first' directly came to naught.

But it's normal to think about it in hindsight, even most of the ancient tombs in Lanxing have traces of theft and excavation after being discovered by the authorities, and even the terracotta warriors and horses of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang have not been spared, not to mention the wreckage of these spaceships that can massively improve 'productivity improvement' and 'technology explosion'.

Nearly two thousand years have passed, and the great value of the nuclear wreckage of Mither has almost been dug up, and the rest is not corroded by the years, and it is only the turn of these desert natives to drink some soup.

It's just that just when David was about to drill back to the ground, he didn't know if it was because he was deep enough underground, he suddenly felt a feeling of loss of mana!

The sensation was extremely subtle, but the dragon's blood was naturally magical, and it was extremely sensitive to it.

"Is there another Miess core that's still running?" David was pleased at first, and then quickly approached in the direction of perception.

The closer he got, the more obvious the loss of mana became, which made David gradually rule out the idea of a 'Mies core'.

As far as he knew, the Mither Energy Core was also called the Magic Energy Fountain by the Nethers, and theoretically used the magic net to extract magic energy from the astral vascular in the depths of the astral plane, and then provided magic power for nearby components and even arcanists, a bit similar to the theoretical 'gravitational wave energy' of the Blue Star.

A device that theoretically provides magical energy, according to this siphon strength, he will be sucked into a dragon if he is too close to a red dragon, let alone a human.

Man-sucking?

'The Legendary Ferin Demon Aoi!? Davy thought of this possibility, and his scales stood on end.

Although he had never seen such a thing, even according to the information circulating between the planes, this kind of thing that could absorb demons from a distance was a natural spellcaster, and the dragon was probably no exception.

Just as it is rumored that Ferrin Demon Aoi can make the Arcanist's [Iolim Immortality Technique] directly invalidate and cause a violent death on the spot, the dragon is also a magical creature.

The magic in the blood has become a supply relationship similar to that of human glucose to red blood cells.

Dragons can survive in a demon-free environment, but they can't survive directly from magic, and if the magic is drained for a short time, theoretically they may even experience weakness, dizziness and even heart pacing difficulties.

For a moment, David even felt the urge to go home.

However, as the distance approached, David finally loomed more than ten kilometers underground, and he 'saw' a wall.

Or rather, like a ball.

It's just that this ball is not ordinarily big, so that at first glance from the perspective of Davy the dragon, it is impossible to see the edge at a glance.

It was translucent throughout, and David made a big circle to determine that the diameter of the ball alone may have reached more than seventy kilometers.

The curiosity in David's heart exploded.

He stacked spells like [Eagle Eye Technique] to increase the distance of his vision within the limits of what he could bear, and finally saw that it was not a whole, but a dense crowd of tall, slender translucent creatures stacked on top of each other, looking extremely disgusting.

It's a bit like something, like the ball of the dead that he had seen the bone king encounter in "The King of the Undead" before, but compared to the thing made up of tens of millions of corpses, the creature in front of him was completely beyond David's cognition in terms of form and structure.

'What the hell is this?' ’

I don't know if it was stared at by David for a long time, those creatures suddenly opened their dense eyes at the same time, and the scene was so abrupt and terrifying that David was taken aback, and he almost even used the [Advanced Teleportation Technique] directly.

It's just that to David's surprise, those creatures didn't intend to attack him, and they didn't make a sound, only David felt a ripple of 'force' from the scales of his body.

It seemed to be urging him to 'get out' and get out of here.

"Poof!" David came out of the desert again with some packed 'bits and pieces', and this was like a 'soil sun' who could go down the desert with ease, and the Bedouin barbarians were dumbfounded, and he was even more convinced that these beings in front of him were messengers sent by the gods, and they couldn't stop worshipping on the ground.

"How's the harvest?" Instead, the accustomed dragon father started to fiddle with the things that David brought back, and seemed to be extremely interested in a civilization that had created such a floating city.

"Bad luck!" David recounted what he had seen and heard with an unhappy face.

"Isn't that normal? In other words, if there were such ruins in Ellaria, it is estimated that it would have been hollowed out by our Dragon Island a long time ago. ”

Artilicia first smiled and comforted, and after hearing the 'ball' in David's mouth, he also became cautious:

"Since it's unknown, try not to get close to it first, maybe the 'awakened' Nethers will know about it in the future."

Of course, David understood this, and was even a little glad that the creatures didn't seem to have any intention of attacking him, otherwise it would be a bit dangerous.

In this world, strength and size are often linked.

For example, their dragons are bigger and stronger, just like humans can beat people to death with a single punch from a few heavyweights.

For example, some gods, as long as they are big enough, which one is not a big brick flying, splitting Huashan, and even some gods dare not provoke easily.

Just when David was out of his mind, he heard a deep voice:

"Can I go back first? I feel like if I stay a little longer, I'm going to die."

David looked back in amazement and saw Lizzlit in the form of a frost giant slumped on the hill with her back to her, sticking out her tongue hot.

"Me too, my frost breath isn't enough." Seeing that the eldest sister was talking, the white dragon Murphyler dared to follow the squeak, licking his upper limbs from time to time to dissipate heat.

Two cold-attribute creatures were stunned and turned into dogs in the largest desert in Faerun.

Especially Lizlit is the most miserable, a red dragon alive, and it is the first time in a dragon's life that she has experienced what heat is like.

At one point, she felt that she might have been cursed by the dragon god Tiamat.

But she thought about it for a long time, and she didn't figure out where she had provoked Her Majesty the Dragon Queen.

"Then you two should stay at home and guard the city in the future."

David smacked his lips and waged his tail, and then turned to the group of Bedouin barbarians who didn't dare to get up:

"Keep digging." The stingy ones don't even bother to keep one.

"Yes!"

The Bedouin barbarian, who looked like the leader of the barbarians, plucked up the courage and begged them to let them go back to their tribe.

He was afraid that if he and his clan did not fulfill their contract, the red-robed mage would vent his anger against their clansmen.

And if he could get them to send someone back, he promised to bring the Ju clan to join.

"The red-robed mage?"

This attracted David's interest, and he and Dragon Daddy Artilicia looked at each other silently.

The father and son, who had a tacit understanding for a long time, both started each other's ideas at the same time.

They are looking at the fact that they know too little about Faeron and even the local area, and this group of Bedouin barbarians has no culture, and basically does not know anything.

David let the Bedouin barbarians decide for themselves, and immediately exchanged a thousand thanks from the barbarians.

I thought I had met a 'good master'.

Not really! There were no people who killed them, nor did they rob their property, but they were allowed to continue their old jobs, but they had a backer from now on, and maybe even the hope of sending their children to study in that 'holy city'.

As everyone knows, David basically can't look at anything at the moment except for the Mither energy core.

It can't be helped, this thing is too critical.

As long as you can find a relatively complete Mither core, let the old devil Dalonas and the Nethers in the city try to crack it.

He will be able to climb this black technology tree within a few decades and complete his 'Starlink Project' in Faerun, the 'Orbital Astronomical Telescope' launch plan, and even the 'Lunar Probe' plan.

Only these things can't see the reality of the 'Killing King', and they are considering the time when the Killing King's 'descending' will land directly.

In other words, whether or not he can recreate the Mith Core is directly related to the task he was given to mark after his trip to Torreel.

Now that the most important part of the wreckage of these floating cities has been removed, it must still be in the hands of some big forces in Faeron.

Can't find it, they can't just grab it yet

No! It's called 'returning things to their rightful owners'!

"Master, do you need me to keep an eye on it?" Losinde, a barbarian who has become an orc, volunteered.

David rejected with a smile:

"No, don't be alarmed, we, but the last of Nether's existing floating cities.

"He'll come to the door himself."

(End of chapter)