In the long life of the great magician Kelburn Black Rod Aurosan, who has experienced the Weeping War that brought the Elven King to the fall and the magical plague that caused the Netherel Empire to self-destruct, it is a matter of pride in itself to survive the historical upheavals that have swept the continent one after another.

Such a historical witness who has lived for a long time, his vision is naturally beyond most of his peers-

Young magicians who believe in the goddess of magic often have a misconception that the goddess of magic is the creator of all magic in this world. But the sages who really understand the nature of magic know very well that several magical civilizations that have flourished and destroyed in this world have established their own magic systems, but the Mother of Mysteries does not create any magic itself, not even apprentice-level tricks.

Mystra, the Mother of Mysteries, is the web of the void woven with magic, connecting most of the elements and laws of this world. Different intelligent creatures, including the ancient snake people who have long since perished, the elven kingdom that had to retreat to the island of Eternal Gathering after its decline, the remnants of Netheriel, who have basically died only the lich, and the eight major magic schools that are now in use in various countries, are different magical civilizations that use this web in different ways.

Regardless of the spell casting system, it is the optimal solution formed by the interaction of "racial intelligence" and the "magic web".

If there is no such "optimal solution", then the magic web itself is connected with countless laws and elements, and can be turned into a complete chaotic state at any time, so that the magician cannot obtain an accurate casting result.

This is the essence of what magicians call "wild magic that has gone out of control".

In addition, the divine magic bestowed by the gods is completely from the spiritual power of the spiritual magic, although it also has the name of "magic", but these "non-mainstream" magic are all authentic outsiders to the magic net. Whether it is the law realm of the gods themselves or the spiritual power of the psionics, it is different from the magic power circulating in the demon net after all.

Divine magic is only a way to use the magic net so that the power of the gods can more easily affect reality.

Psionic magic, on the other hand, sees the web as a superfluous cocoon between "will" and "matter", and the psyker's psychic power must learn how to pass through this dead skin and establish a direct connection between "will" and "matter".

So the sword in front of him that passed through the magic net is the pure condensation of the spiritual power of the psyker, or is it a high-level summary of the laws of the divine realm?

The fire sword in the half-elf's hand, condensed like crystalline jade, was more gorgeous than the most precious ruby, but Kelburn didn't want to get close to this long sword that collected most of the heat of Waterdeep, just held his staff and stood quietly aside.

The Lord of Waterdeep knew that this ruby sword looked extremely fragile and fragile, but if it was hit by an external force, it was likely to burst open, turning entire cities to ashes.

However, this extremely dangerous long sword, and the person holding it, stood in the center of Waterdeep, standing on the stargazing platform of the Black Rod Tower - the point is, this dangerous person has a special status, and Kyleben can't throw him into the portal and send this humanoid explosion out of the realm.

In this way, whether Kyleburn likes it or not, he must keep this pesky psionic master safe before this sword leaves.

But the "Legendary Psionic Master" who didn't have an appetite for Kelburn didn't have the slightest sense of being a villain, holding the long sword in his left palm, his index finger slightly bent, and gently tapping the spine of the sword.

The flame was originally a tangible and intangible thing, but in the hands of "Master Idrir", it was condensed like solid steel, and at the fingertip flick, the sword roared like a jade chime, resounding through the sky, and the layers of cirrus clouds that were originally floating over Deep Water City were also shaken by this not very high-pitched sword sound. Wisps of clouds stretch, like raindrops rippling, and like the beginning of spring, decorated with plain colors, half a day of makeup.

However, for the great magician Kelburn, the clouds flying in the sky are only a dispensable superficial phenomenon, and the void that appears in the center of those "water waves" and "petals" is the biggest problem.

With a sword roar just now, in addition to the sound waves, there was also an invisible high-heat ray that rushed straight into the clouds, and a cloud cave of this scale was formed under the instant scorching!

Gathering the fires of a city is nothing, and a legendary magician with such a senior level of Kelburn can do it. Even those high-level mages who have not yet touched the threshold of legendary magicians, as long as they have enough attainments in shaping energy spells, have a high enough elemental affinity, and are willing to spend most of their family funds to hold a large-scale joint spellcasting ceremony, they can almost "cast" such a fire sword.

But completely locking the heat of those flames inside the sword body, and easily not losing even a bit, this hand is much more interesting and complicated.

For a moment, Kelburn even suspected that the "Legendary Psionic Master" in front of him was actually the chosen person of the fire elemental god Kashusi, or simply a deeply hidden fire elemental lord. It's just that this opinion was immediately denied by Kelburn himself, because just as he had the idea, the "half-elf master" flicked his wrist, and one spark fell to the ground, and the blade of the sword body became much duller in the blink of an eye.

Under the feet of the two of them, the white and hard stone platform was abruptly dyed a cinnabar color.

The sparks are burning all over the ground, but there is no trace of evil, but it looks extremely neutral and peaceful.

Holding the sword, Xia Yuan Taiyijun shook his head and sighed silently: "The fire is tamable, but the cultivation of the sword embryo is a step worse." Without the power of the fire, with the sword qi alone, there is no atmosphere in the sky. After all, no matter which one I am, I am never a sword immortal. ”

Sighing and sighing, Xia Yuan Taiyijun still nodded towards Kelben: "Although I borrowed the fire of your city, I can only do it to this extent in a hurry, although the fire is big, it is not a good sword, it is only a sword that has not been opened, it does not bleed when stabbed, and it cannot break the skin." ”

Kyleburn tugged at the corners of his mouth, even in response to this unfunny joke, most of his attention was still staring at the "ruby sword".

The meaning of this gaze is also obvious: since I have borrowed fire, shouldn't this fierce sword also leave my black rod tower?

Xia Yuan Taiyijun hooked the corners of his mouth, and he didn't smile like the Lord of the Black Rod Tower, but his gaze passed through the shoulders of the great magician, straight to the north.

The capital is a place where heaven and man look down at the world, and Chang'an is not seen to see the dust and fog, but the mountains and rivers under the eyes of the gods are not a scene.

Although he is in another world, no longer sits in the Xia Yuan Taiyuan Palace, and no longer dominates the Thousand True Saints, Xia Yuan Tai Yi Jun still stands tall enough in this world of Shinto prosperity.

"Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, such as watching palm prints" is a little troublesome for Xia Yuan Taiyijun at this time, but at a glance, it can be regarded as "the river under the eyes is far away".

Although on this "Jiangtian under the eye", there is a fine network woven by a certain noble goddess, but I can still look at things-

From Deepwater City all the way to the north, there are primeval forests that are like spring all year round, hot springs that do not freeze in winter, lifeless tidal flats and giant marshes, and ice-free harbors where thousands of sails race.

It's really picturesque, but it's a pity that it finally fell under the eyes of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, and there were only two places in the end-

In the lifeless marsh near the sea, there are many bones floating in the mud, and occasionally there are one or two skeletons and rotting corpses, with a slight phosphorescent light in their eyes, wandering among the tidal flats that do not see the light of day.

On the other hand, there is the northern port where thousands of sails are racing, which looks like a thriving scene, but there are always pirate flags decorated with scimitar skeletons on the long sails, and the resentment in the city condenses like a pillar of smoke, soaring into the clouds.

It was Luskan, the city of a thousand sails, the northernmost port city on the continent, although the population was not more than 10,000, the size of the city was less than one-third of that of the Deep Water City, and it was also a big city in the northland of the wasteland.

But what makes this port city famous are its inhabitants and rulers.

The pirate chieftain is the lord of the city, a magician is in charge of the government behind the scenes, and black market merchants, slave traders, and fugitive criminals are the permanent residents.

If Waterdeep is only lenient and permissive of the three-way area of Skull Harbor, then Luskan, a pirate city, is a natural crime paradise.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun's gaze fell on the center of the pirate city, and the black basalt tower stood coldly.

The black stones are stacked on top of each other, stacked hundreds of feet high, but the pieces of black stones seem to have not been polished and cut, and half a round stone bulges out of this box, where a stone bar sinks, and the tower body is also uneven, like a dead tree that has been soaked in the sea for a long time, and like a floating corpse that has been soaked in the sea water, unwilling to stretch out its arms on the sea surface.

On each side of the tower, there is a mage tower with a slightly lower height, as if the attendant guards the monarch.

But if you look down from the sky, this strange mage tower looks like a star stator, and it has been casually thrown on the shore.

This is the center of Luskan, the city of a thousand sails, a magical fortress called the Tower of Juggernaut.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun's gaze from afar was only a glance at this magic fortress, and then he turned his head and beckoned to Kelben: "I heard your wife say when I was drinking tea just now, Deep Water City and Luskan, the city of a thousand sails, have not always had a good relationship?"

To a legendary magician, the lady of the housekeeper called "your wife", which was a bit rude. As the wife of the city lord, Ms. Leila is not a vase specially cultivated by a noble family for political marriage, she and her siblings are all true gods, and can be regarded as half of the biological daughter of Mystra, the mother of mysteries, who has been blessed by the divine power given by the goddess of magic since the beginning of her birth, and is also the most special type of identity among the many voters of the goddess of magic.

But Kelburn didn't care about the words of the psionic master in front of him at all now, and only felt that the veins on his forehead were jumping!

Yes, as the most famous commercial city in the western part of the mainland, Waterdeep City is inseparable from the income from maritime trade. As the northernmost pirate base on the West Coast, Luskan, the city of a thousand sails, is indeed deeply disgusted by Waterdeep.

However, in the face of the powerful power of Waterdeep, the pirates of Luskan never dared to attack the caravan of Waterdeep head-on, and at best, they were only playing some tricks behind the scenes. This is also the concept of "balance between good and evil" that Kelburn has always advocated, forming an unstable balance against the neighbors with bad intentions.

You, Idrir, have said you're going on an expedition to Morsobre, and almost all of the surface dwellers in their right minds agree that the matriarchal members of the drow city-states are too crazy and bloodthirsty to be a threat to everyone as long as they come to the surface. But what are you going to do now? Enough to provoke the Arcane Brotherhood that rules Luskan?

The leader of the Arcane Brotherhood is just a vulgar man who calls himself a "mystery teacher", an old fellow who is almost two hundred years old, and he doesn't know where he can go on the road of magic research, but he just blindly loots treasures everywhere to prolong his life, wanting to be an immortal king. His four lieutenants are not very talented characters, although they are all one step away from the legendary magician, they still only know how to fight openly and secretly in a pirate den, and pull a little unseen advantage.

But such a group of high-level mages got together, threatening Waterdeep City couldn't do it, and disgusting Kelburn was no problem. Every year, Waterdeep City will solve three or five cases of Luskan spies, although it is two or three kittens, and the loss is not large, but it is really annoying enough to add up.

As the lord of Waterdeep, Kyleben has enough patience to deal with one trouble, more trouble, and more mind-breaking thing, but that doesn't mean that someone can casually get Waterdeep into trouble-

The legendary great magician with half-black and half-white hair frowned and wanted to speak, but Xia Yuan Taiyijun waved his hand first: "This sword has just been cast, and it is not a killing weapon, so I will send it to sharpen the blade first, and I will not delay the battle!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword was shining, and a line of fire stirred up the clouds in the sky, vaguely the mountain roots and cloud caves were cracked, and a sword flew in the sky.

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The Swamp of the Dead, an ancient battlefield hundreds of years ago, elves, humans, dwarves, orcs, a great war involving multiple races and kingdoms, in the end, only this swamp infested with ghosts and bones remains, except for some amphibious magical creatures, no living creatures want to stay here for a long time.

A fat giant toad crawled slowly on the mudflats, even if it was covered in mud, and the pimpled venom glands on its back were embedded with grains of tourmaline, opal, and olivine.

The giant toad turned its swollen eyes in a peaceful state of mind, enjoying another day of its idleness. As one of the few overlords in the swamp, it has inherited a trace of bloodline from the demonic race of Sla Toad, and although it has lost the casting talent of the High Sla Toad, it has psychic abilities and high magic resistance. This made the two young black dragons who lived in the swamp unwilling to provoke the old toad.

A few pearl-colored ethereal figures, as if they hadn't seen the huge and dangerous toad monster, their eyes wandering blankly on the mist-filled water, and no one could detect their presence except for the priests who were most sensitive to the undead.

These ghosts were all participants in the great battle of centuries ago, but the long time has worn away the last memories of these necromancers, and only a few instincts remain.

The giant toad didn't bother to pay attention to these dead spirits who were even rotten corpses, and just lay quietly on their stomachs. Suddenly, the giant toad leaped violently, and its body comparable to that of a small merchant ship stabbed into the depths of the swamp.

From the south of the swamp, a crimson line of fire faintly visible to the naked eye, with a sharp whistling sound that broke through the wind pressure, soared past so unceremoniously.

Even under the warm mud, the giant toad, which had survived for centuries, restlessly used its strong limbs to pick up the mud and try to bury itself deeper.

It's been a long time since we've seen the most dangerous humans act with such fanfare, and this time, is it the warm-blooded ones who are going to start a big war?

And above the water, the fog that had shrouded the swamp for many years dissipated in an instant, and the necromancers, whose minds had long been worn out, raised their heads in confusion and saw the line of fire that passed through the swamp, and also saw the sunlight that had not been seen for a long time.

The faces of the dead showed a long-lost calm smile, and then decomposed, dissipated, and returned to the earth in the sunlight.

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To the north, the hills stretch northward, and the trade routes wind like snakes, connecting the port with the interior as a whole.

It's a pity that this trade route will always be full of dangerous creatures such as goblins, trolls, orcs, ogres, and even man-eating giants.

Next to a caravan that had long been overturned, the young cargo merchant was crying tears and snot all over his face, and around the merchant with a hoof buckle tied to his hands and feet, a large group of orcs and ogres were discussing the handling of the captives—

Is it just roasted and eaten, or is it killed and sacrificed to the great orc god?

As for slaves, with the exception of "very useful" craftsmen such as blacksmiths and potters, orcs and ogres generally did not have the habit of accommodating human slaves.

The young merchant muttered the name of the goddess of wealth and trade, who was always silent when she could not trade goods.

Finally, when the leader of the orcs and the tallest ogre brought the conversation to the level of "which is the best taste of barbecue or boiling", some of the guys who had long been impatient began to tear the merchant from his clothes.

The young businessman, who was stripped naked, forgot to cry and just inhaled with his mouth open.

At this moment, a line of red light passed by the zenith.

The chill around the young businessman dropped sharply.

The orc cook, who was about to slit his neck and bleed, froze.

The ogre, who wanted to tear off one of his arms first, froze.

The leaders who are still arguing about "which is better, barbecue or boiled" are frozen.

Stiff skin splits, stiff muscles split, stiff bones split.

The bandit race, which had lost all its heat in an instant, shattered into a ground of blood-red frozen flesh.

The young man who was lucky enough to escape from the disaster, despite the frostbite after the "red broken ice" stuck to his body, just stared at the line of fire from south to north in the sky.

Ahead, the city of a thousand sails is in sight.

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"The greatest magician in the world, the Grand Mentor who has mastered all the mysteries of magic, and the loving father of the Arcane Brotherhood", was lying limply in his favorite soft chair. Just looking at the sagging skin and dark brown age spots, no one could associate this sick old man with the ruler behind Luskan, the master of the Arcane Brotherhood, Aklem Gris.

Even among the spellcasters, except for those old immortals who were favored by the gods, or old monsters who were born at the top of the ancient magic kingdom, two hundred years old can be regarded as a high lifespan. According to the old man's latest "academic discovery", the lifespan of a human mage who has not touched the threshold of a legendary spellcaster is bound to be limited, whether it is magic to extend life or anti-aging medicine, there are also certain limitations.

This "academic discovery" is a reality that the old man had to face up to after spending nearly 50 years traveling all over the continent and visiting countless hermits, sages, mage schools, temples, and ancient ruins.

As a high-level magician, Achillm Gris was not a genius of that kind with outstanding qualifications, and he was only decent in nearly two hundred years of magical research. Even the vast majority of mages in the Arcane Brotherhood didn't know that the true level of spell casting of this great mage who was widely admired by them was similar to that of Malcius, the lord of the Dragon's Lair Tower in Waterdeep-

Maybe it's even worse in some respects.

And under the command of this Arcane Brotherhood Grand Mentor, the four High Mentors in charge of the four mage towers are only half a step away from the legendary mage. As long as they find a chance to break through the bottleneck, the Arcane Brotherhood will be strong enough on paper to overwhelm most of the city-states in the northwest of the continent.

As long as these four legendary magicians remain faithful to their duties, they will not be removed from their position as Grand Mentors.

The reason why Aklem, the old mage, was able to suppress these four subordinates was because of this magical fortress "Tower of Domination".

The pickpockets and thieves of Luskan, the city of a thousand sails, know that the Tower of Juggernaut is a mage tower full of terrifying traps, deadly spells, and terrifying monsters. From the very beginning of Luskan's founding, the tower was built by an unknown person, and then it was occupied by the Grand Master of the Arcane Brotherhood, Akelem, and became the de facto center of Luskan.

As the owner of this magical fortress, Aklem is well aware that the Tower of Domination is not only a fully functional ancient mage tower, but also a precious legacy left by an ancient magical kingdom. This fortress-based mage tower has a complete magic system, a semi-intelligent operation system, as long as you stay in this tower, then even if you are besieged by four legendary magicians at the meeting, you can easily wipe out these unfamiliar betrayers.

This kind of technological crystallization left over from ancient magical civilization is so unreasonable.

There is no shortage of power to call for wind and rain, the power of the lord of a city is in his hands, and there is even such a powerful ancient magic fortress that is unreasonable, and even gives Aklem the courage to wrestle with the black staff of Waterdeep City, Kelburn, which is a career that most lords and little kings dare not imagine in their lifetimes.

But the old man who mastered all this is dying.

Those life-prolonging magic had drained all the potential of his body, and those secret elixirs that claimed to prolong life had been drunk so much that his body had become resistant to them. For a high-level magician, if he can't advance to the legend, then it will be difficult to find new means of prolonging his life.

The old man took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve pressed with gold wire, the medicine bottle was no more than the size of a walnut, carved from a whole piece of topaz, and the transparent potion was gently rippling in the gem vial, which was only a small mouthful.

This is a death potion concocted by the Grand Mentor of the Arcane Brotherhood, and with a sip, the last bit of vitality left in the old man's body will completely dissipate, and then transform his body and soul into an undead creature, transforming him into a real lich.

People who have a little dabbling in the occult will find this undead creature transformed by the caster extremely terrifying when they mention "lich". These skeletons in vestments not only retain all their intelligence and spells during their lifetime, but also naturally occupy the apex of the undead, and can even be regarded as immortal in a sense. It's just that the life box used by the lich to preserve the origin of the soul is a big death hole, and how many powerful lich people have completely destroyed it because the life box was destroyed.

The Arcane Brotherhood's Grand Mentor understands that once he transforms into a lich, he will make the Tower of Domination his lifebox. Then the lich as an undead creature and the magic system of the Tower of Domination will be more compatible, and it can even fully mobilize all the magic power of the Tower of Domination, break through the limitations of its own qualifications in one go, and touch the threshold of the legendary magician!

And this powerful creation left over from an ancient magical civilization, Aklem really can't think of any other power that can destroy it?

Of course, after transforming into a lich, sensual pleasures such as food, wine, and beauty are completely out of reach of Aklem. If it weren't for the fact that all life-prolonging magic and youth potions had been useless, the Grand Master of the Arcane Brotherhood would never have chosen this path.

Holding the small gem medicine bottle in his hand, the old man's cloudy eyes looked elsewhere.

In the Mage Tower to the west of the Tower of Domination, Aral, known as the "Serpent-Faced Witch", is busy constructing a magic circle to summon demons from the lower realms in order to troubleshoot. The fiery witch had just undergone a failed spell experiment, leaving hole-riddled cysts on her face that would spew out all sorts of poisonous snakes if she was even the slightest bit emotional.

In the mage tower to the east, the half-dragon warlock Eltus is imprinting a spell on a white dragon egg, this half-dragon warlock is good at spiritual enchantment, domesticating a large number of low-level dragon creatures such as pterosaurs, sea dragons, and earth dragons.

There's also Delta the Half-Snake Man and Olna, who has always been good at touting himself.

The actions of these high masters of the Arcane Brotherhood entered the sight of the old man one by one.

Everything seems to be in order, and without Aklem's permission, no one can break through the defensive magic of the Tower of Domination and break into this bedroom, which is the perfect time to transform yourself into a lich.

The old man held the small jewel medicine bottle, still silent-

Is it to covet a moment of sensual pleasure and then end your life there?

Or will you become a powerful lich and continue to wield the power of the world?

It's a pity that Aklem won't have time to answer such an esoteric question for a while, because in the blink of an eye, a red light has already fallen from the sky!

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A sword came from the south to the north.

A sword rode the wind and waves.

Outside the harbor of Luskan, the fish suddenly dived, and the seabirds flew high in fear, and the chill spread for no reason.

The largest of the pirate ships docked at the port of Luskan is the Riesel, which belongs to the Resel family, one of the five pirate families that founded Luskan.

Unlike traditional pirate ships, the Rythel does not have rowing slaves locked in bilges, but rather a standard large magic ship. The alchemy-enhanced sails are permanently bound to the wind element, allowing the Raysel to be far faster than most of its competitors, and increasing the cargo capacity of the ship's cabin considerably.

A tall, lanky mage sent by the Arcane Brotherhood, standing triumphantly on the bow of the Raythel.

This magic pirate ship armed to the teeth, in addition to consciously avoiding the navy of Deep Water City, is almost the overlord of the entire northern seas, from the northernmost ice floe to the Sword Bay, it can be called invincible. However, this kind of magic ship piled up with money, even the wealthy Arcane Brotherhood only has a dozen or so, nominally under the names of the five major families in Luskan, but in fact they are all plundering ships directly under the Arcane Brotherhood.

Two laden pirate ships cautiously rounded the Raythel, the lame captain and one-eyed first mate taking off their hats and saluting the magician on the Raider.

In the bilge of the pirate ship, the pirate holds the whip and stares at the rowing slaves who are locked to the edge of the long oars, and if anyone moves slowly, it will be whipped down. These unfortunate people, from the moment they were locked to the bottom of the pirate ship, had no hope of leaving alive, from eating to excreting, all in this damp, stuffy and foul-smelling bilge, if the so-called fecal hell of Buddhism has a prototype in reality, it is undoubtedly the bilge of these locked paddling slaves.

A diminutive pirate swept his dagger and walked into the bilge with a disgusting smile characteristic of sadists.

No matter how strong a man is, he is locked in this hell that does not see the light of day, and he is almost exhausted when he rows hard under the leather whip, and walks back and forth. The pirates who guarded these paddling slaves had long since lost the compassion that normal humans should have, and even the drinking water they used to survive every day was made up of rancid garbage. These pirates are tortured intentionally or unintentionally, even if it is a strong man with an arm who can run a horse, he will be tortured to shed his human form in less than half a year.

The short, distorted smile stared at the slaves in the bilge, his gaze wandering back and forth over the most unsteady and thinnest men. After every time he goes to sea to "hunt", there will be this short-like character in the pirate ship, who will come to inspect the physical condition of the slaves, and those slaves who are in his picture will be considered a burden and directly "handle" things.

The short monkey-like pirate, who didn't know whether it was because of his own inferiority or because of his natural distorted mind, picked up a stick with iron spikes and slapped it on the thighs and chests of the exhausted slaves, hooking up the flesh and screaming miserably. The strongest slaves instinctively straighten up, while those whose bodies are already half-broken can only express their pain with slight convulsions.

Needless to say, those who are unfortunate are the ones to be "dealt with" today.

A moment later, there will be someone in this dung hell who will be "liberated", and there will even be a trace of envy in the numb eyes of several slaves.

At this moment, a chill suddenly descended on the port area.

The first to sense the chill was the combined fleet cruising off the coast of Luskan, the vigil family's vigilance force for patrolling the open seas.

The ship's mage, sent by the Arcane Brotherhood, instinctively began to chant the incantation the moment he sensed the chill coming, and then with a pain in his mouth, his stiff tongue froze into two pieces and landed on the deck.

And on the retinas of these dying mages, the pirate bodies suddenly burst apart, the flesh and blood condensed like red lotus, and the bones interlaced like white lotus, and they lost their vitality in an instant.

One by one, the bilges where slaves were imprisoned, and the people who had long lost hope of survival, watched as those pirates who flaunted their might and killed people without blinking an eye instantly exploded into a pile of shapeless finely minced frozen meat.

The flames as thin as a hair immediately burned through the chains on the slaves' bodies, and more yang qi slowly poured into the limbs and bones, replenishing vitality and healing wounds.

However, in a few breaths, the pirate ships owned by Luskan were either pirates dead or paddling slaves revolted, and only those magic ships that the Arcane Brotherhood had spent a lot of money to transform launched their defensive spells at the first time.

The dim yellow light flashed on the magic ships, but in an instant, the layers of defensive magic dissipated without a trace, and there was a trace of cold air enveloping the hull, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of the ship full of frozen flesh scattered!

In this sudden catastrophe, the Tower of Domination mastered by the Arcane Brotherhood naturally received the message as soon as possible. The messenger for help was Ruskan's biggest slave trader, a Tevelyn nicknamed "Black Feather".

"We've been attacked by the cold winds!The Winter Goddess is above, and I swear I just sacrificed fifteen beautiful slave girls for her!" The slaver with a quarter of demonic blood in his body screamed in the teleportation technique, "Almost everyone in the city has been turned into a pile of frozen meat in an instant, and even their bones have been frozen to pieces!"

The great slave trader who had settled in Luskan rubbed his hands restlessly on a dozen rings on his ten fingers, and relying on those precious magic rings, as well as the magic circle in his reception room, he was lucky not to end up with the pirates at once. The slave trader, who had been roaming the slave nations of Am, Cell, and Karlinsan, was making a plea to the Arcane Brotherhood: "Please, help me, let me enter the Tower of Domination, I ask to see the Grand Teacher!"

"The Great Guru never visits during the break. O'Near, one of the four High Mentors of the Arcane Brotherhood, replied, interrupting the great slave trader's plea for help in the crystal ball, and ignoring the slave trader's last scream before he died:

"That thing has broken in! O Oriel, the goddess of winter...... Oh no——!!!!!"

At the same time, the four Arcane Brotherhood High Gurus, who were only below the Grand Mentor, began to contact each other in encrypted magical codes:

"What powerful existence is coming towards Luskan, what should we do at this time?"

"Ask our master, the Grand Master of the Arcane Brotherhood, to harness the power of the Tower of Domination to wreak havoc on our enemies. ”

As the Great Wizard who is about to touch the threshold of the legend, these four High Mentors are not unaware of what the Great Mentor is who is aging and about to turn into bone scum. It's just that these high-level spellcasters are too concerned about the secrets and power contained in this Tower of Domination, and would rather throw themselves under the command of Aklem and be rebuked by this old thing than leave.

But today's sudden incident made the four senior teachers see a good opportunity.

If the Grand Mentor of the Arcane Brotherhood had died heroically at the spells of a powerful enemy, it would have been possible to study the assassination plan for a long time.

As soon as this thought lingered in the minds of the four High Mentors, Aklem's order came from the center of the Tower of Domination: "All of the Arcane Brotherhood, return to your place, obey my will, and meet our enemies!"

And with the order of the Grand Mentor, everyone in the Tower of Domination felt their magic surging extremely actively, and it seemed that everyone's spell effect was forcibly increased.

Several high-level tutors who were full of genius and touched the threshold of legends at a young age were a little regretful.

Although the Great Mentor is a dead old man who is covered in scum, and his spell casting level is not enough among high-level magicians, but the Tower of Domination is in his hands, and this dead old man is the most powerful one among them.

But compared to this regret in their hearts, outside the Tower of Domination, a long sword hung in the air, and the not-so-sharp tip of the sword was facing the core building of this city of a thousand sails.

A sword soars over the clouds, crossing the mountains and crossing the sea, this sword road is also a veritable road to death.

There are many monsters and villains along the way, just because this fire sword swept overhead, the heat of the whole body was instantly extracted, and then it was detonated by the sword qi that rushed out of the body, turning into a puddle of exploding frozen meat.

This is what someone calls sharpening the blade of the sword, but all the way to the flying sword, I don't know how many goblins, orcs, trolls, and ogres have been smashed, but the tip of the sword has only been sharpened a little faster.

But he came to this city of a thousand sails, and in the blink of an eye, it was tens of thousands of sins and blood sacrifice swords, and tens of thousands of sins and souls were quenched!

The blade of the fire sword is beginning to appear, and the price in exchange is that this one of the best pirate cities in the North has turned into a ghost domain. From the shore to the sea, except for the unfortunate ones who were reduced to slavery one by one to break free from the shackles of their cages, it was difficult for Luskan to find a living person at this moment.

In the sound of the sword, Xia Yuan Taiyijun's voice was half sighing and half mocking: "There is no one in ten people in a city, doesn't it mean that Wei is a murderous person? This sword of judgment is already lenient and magnanimous, and it will only find those who have human lives on their hands and die without repentance." Under such forgiveness, there was still a massacre of the city, and this famous city in the north really taught me an eye-opener. ”

The blade of the sword was slanted, facing the tower of domination whose shape was twisted like a sick tree: "What a magic tower, hooked outwards with a magic net, and inwardly like pure steel, is indeed a good sword grinding stone." ”

With a word, the sword came out like a mountain, like a big mountain pressing on the top, and slashed straight down!

At the same time, at the highest point of the Tower of Domination, a curtain of light flowed down rapidly, turning into a tangible but qualitative force field wall, enveloping the entire Tower of Domination, like a thousand miles of Xiongguan, a block!

The fire sword slashed above this layer of light curtain visible to the naked eye, bursting out of the sky full of sparks, but it was difficult to penetrate.

In the central chamber of the Tower of Domination, Aklem struggled to prop up his eyelids and stare through the crystal ball at the scourge that had suddenly reached the door.

As the crystallization of ancient magical civilizations, the defense power of the Tower of Domination is a real war fortress level, and the defensive magic is so strong that all mages below the legendary level can be helpless.

Not to mention a magic sword of unknown origin, even if three or four dragons attack at the same time, the Tower of Domination is also difficult to attack. In contrast, mage towers with a few traps and two or three golems and monsters are slightly more defensive than thatched huts.

The old man snorted conceitedly, and began to give the second order to the crystal ball: "Attention everyone, immediately gather in the pool of spells at the bottom of the tower, gather all your attack spells, and give the offender the punishment he deserves!"

As soon as this mobilization order was issued, the fire sword that was blocked outside the force field wall exploded and turned into sparks in the sky.

The sudden change made everyone in the Arcane Brotherhood in the Tower of Domination feel slightly confused.

The strange magic sword that came violently and slaughtered all the villains in the city in the blink of an eye, just burst on its own?

Before the Arcane Brotherhood's counterattack was in place, the victory came so quickly, and even the magicians in it felt unreal for a while.

An elderly mage took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and exhaled softly. It was only at this time that he remembered that all the money he had saved had been invested in the latest magic pirate ship, and now Lu Sikan's miserable appearance, as well as those badly damaged pirate ships, had really lost to his grandfather's family this time.

Beside the old mage, another young bald mage stared at the vision ring on his hand with a bad face. A staunch supporter of slavery and one of the partners of the great slave trader Black Feather, the exiled mage from the nation of red-robed mages, Sel, is staring at the slaves who have broken free from their chains and cages, eager to break out of the Tower of Domination and cast a group domination spell on these lowly slaves.

The rest of the middle and lower members of the Arcane Brotherhood were also worried, and they were eager to immediately inspect the damage to their research labs, shops, and manors.

It's just that under the prestige of Aklem, the great teacher, no mage would stupidly jump out and be this bird. Everyone still had the ambition to put on a "love and dedication" appearance together, and they all stood around the altar at the bottom of the Tower of Juggernaut.

In the center of this strange altar is a deep well, in which there is no spring, only seven colors of streamers that are surging with magic and incantations.

The reason why such a notorious criminal organization as the Arcane Brotherhood has been able to occupy a city and control all the pirate business and slave trade from the Sea of Ice Floes to the Sword Bay, and has not been defeated by the Church of the Good God is because of the powerful power of this Tower of Domination. This pool of spells, which can store a large amount of magic in advance and can be accessed at any time through membership rights, also plays a significant role in this.

Just when most of the members of the Arcane Brotherhood began to hook up this pool of spells and enter the magic, someone said "oh":

"Pre-stored spells, access at any time, the higher the authority, the greater the discount, it's really an excellent design, the guy who developed this magic tower system, shouldn't he be from a financial product background?"

With that, the chill returned, and sparks, barely visible to the naked eye, flew through the outer walls of the Tower of Juggernaut and flew inside the Magic Tower.

Staring at the death-inducing Mars, some members of the Arcane Brotherhood who were particularly psychologically poor had already screamed:

"It can't be!"

"The force field wall is able to block all attacks and objects, which is not in line with the principle of spellcasting!" This is a research focused on magic.

"Could it be that someone opened the portal...... "It's a flexible head.

"Open the anti-goodness circle and summon the creatures of purgatory!"

But among the countless sparks flying, someone just lazily mocked: "A force field that can't even be shielded by large molecules in the air, and you want to block the fire separation sword qi in the subtle realm?

As soon as the words fell, the fire rose again!

At the same time, the high-level officials of the Arcane Brotherhood who first found out about the mutation in the spell pool, from Aklem who sat in the central chamber to the four high teachers who guarded the Four Mage Towers, made their choice at the first time-

Activate the portal and run!

Nonsense, who wants to face such a dangerous opponent head-on? And for these great magicians who are touching the threshold of legends, as long as they are out of danger, who doesn't have three or five hiding places outside, ready to make a comeback?

Aklem in the central room didn't even take out the magic scroll he had prepared in advance like his four subordinates, but with a movement of his mind, he activated the preset spell sequence on his body, from the adamantite skin to defend against physical attacks, to the energy immunity spell that was immune to most magic damage, and in the blink of an eye, it was all on it.

Just as the master of the Arcane Brotherhood stepped into the portal, his old and decrepit body instantly burned, and a sharp sword as clear as a ruby was plunged into his chest.

The sword body turned, bringing the last bit of life to the old man, but the old man's gaze before death was extremely calm.

On the other side of the sword, someone suddenly smiled: "No wonder he died so generously, it turned out to be a guy who was ready to transform into a lich!"

When the fire sword turned again, there was a majestic and vast fire qi, which burned along the last bit of the old man's qi. Hundreds of miles away, in a secret room hidden deep at the bottom of the mountain, a gem was instantly melted, and the phantom of the old man who was originally lifelike in the gem burned into nothingness the moment it came into contact with the flames!

And in the heart of Luskan, the tower of domination that has almost become a landmark of the City of a Thousand Sails, is completely frozen in frost and snow, and completely turned into a place of dead silence.

Only a little spark broke through the window and came out of the wall, and formed a sword in mid-air again.

The sword body is as bright as crystal jade, sharp and sharp, reflecting the sun, as if thousands of demons and evil are in front, and it can also be swept away with a sword!

And at the moment when the fire sword flew away, the slaves who rushed out of the cage and were liberated all heard a voice that was not very majestic: "Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood will be removed from the map from today." ”

The sword of the opening edge headed north again, and in front of it was the extreme northern mountain range known as the "spine of the world".

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As the highest-ranking male nobleman in Morsoblay, the chief magician, Gunf Banry, walked quietly through the shadows, and when he reappeared, he was already in a small but beautifully decorated conference room.

All the magicians in the Warlock Academy in Morsoblay City who have come into contact with the magic above the Seven Rings greet their leader respectfully.

These magicians all work for the Warlock Academy, and for a man who has mastered the mysteries of the magic web, it is better for the Warlock Academy to be full of malicious competition than to return to his own family. Although a powerful magician can strengthen the power of the family, in order to secure their position, the women in power in the family do not mind sending their powerful sons or brothers to the altar of the spider queen as sacrifices.

After all, every drow man has to earn a living under the whip of his mother or sister from the time he is sensible. This open-skinned childhood created the Stockholm syndrome that is common to drow men, and is the most successful of the many crazy ideas of the Spider God.

It is only this kind of group masochism, almost instinctive spiritual dependence, that the drow elves can form a strange society completely built in the "master-slave mode".

For example, the master mother and the slave named "Father-in-waiting".

For example, priests and slaves called "mages".

For example, the caster and the slave named "Warrior".

For example, nobles and slaves who were nominally called "commoners".

and the most sacred and fundamental of all master-slave relationships: women and their male slaves.

Even the chief mage of Morsoblay was only a slightly more advanced of the male slaves.

"The highest male slave in Mosoblay City" Gongfu Banrui still maintained the elegant demeanor of Banrui's family, and nodded to the mages present: "For the glory of Mosoblay City, we are gathered here, unite our forces, and monitor the movements of all enemies around us. ”

Several Drow mages who specialized in prophetic magic stood up, and around the most powerful prophetic mage in Morsobre, Gonf Banrui, began to echo the magic web, using their invisible magical eyes to monitor the dark region beneath the Ridge of the World.

After a moment, Gunf sent a message to his long-lived mother: "My mistress, it seems that a great force is coming at us, and it should be the surface forces that have come to support Ilminster. ”

In this regard, the mother of Ban Rui seemed fearless: "In the dark region, the spider queen dominates everything, and no false gods and mortals can disobey Rose's will!"

Unsurprised by his mother's words, Gongfu calmly replied, "Long live the Queen Spider." ”

His men stared at their leader in a slightly surprised sight. In this joint cast, the information they intercepted through the magic web, although vague and unclear, unmistakably brought them a sense of panic at the imminent end of a crisis.

However, Gongfu only waved his hand and let these subordinates disperse: "To stabilize the order of the academy, strengthen the defense of the academy, we will do nothing else." ”

Before the words fell, the sky above this underground city was like thunder.

Most of the intelligent races living in the dark regions never knew what the "sky" was, and when they looked up, all they could see were the stalactites on the roof of the cave, and at most the shimmering veins.

This has been the case since ancient times.

But today it seems that something will change slightly.

Thousands of miles away at the top of the Black Rod Tower in Deep Water City, Xia Yuan Taiyijun held his hands behind his back, staring at the ancient mountain range in the extreme north, and at the glaciers and frozen soil that had not melted for thousands of years.

Beside him was Kelburn, the lord of Waterdeep City, whose face was not very good, especially after he had just received the news that "Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood are gone", the legendary magician's face was even worse.

"Your righteous deeds are not commendable. Although facing the madman who slaughtered a city, the old black rod still spoke eloquently, "The evil of the Arcane Brotherhood is the evil within the limits of tolerance. It is precisely because of these pirates that the city of a thousand sails, Luskan, is able to resist the forces from the Santarim Society, forming the existing balance. ”

"Because this world is mixed with black and white, and good and evil are entangled, so a 'balance' is needed?" Regarding this set of balance theories that he was tired of hearing, Edgeworth asked rhetorically from Shimoto Taiyijun, who was thousands of miles away, "Because it has always been like this, right?"

Hearing this, Kelburn sighed, it was obvious that this "Legendary Psionic Master" was not going to reason with him.

Sure enough, the next moment the other party only spit out a sneer: "Please Your Excellency Kelburn don't disguise your incompetence in exorcism and righteousness as a lofty excuse like world balance." ”

Holding the sword in his hand, Xia Yuan Taiyijun pointed to the north: "It has never been like this?"

Before the road was over, in front of the mountains as high as the sky, the one that killed thousands of evildoers, quenched into a sharp sword of fire with the soul of sin, blood and sin, and slashed downward!

The sword slashed down to the ground, and the ice field that had been frozen for 10,000 years shook violently, starting from the place where the fire sword sank, and the ground spread like the ice cracks on the best celadon.

Where the fire sword entered the ground, the blade of the sword turned into a spark that was almost invisible to the naked eye, but at the moment of penetrating the permafrost, it turned into a sharp long sword.

The sword blade is slashed, the horizontal is a long gorge, the side is a deep valley, and a large piece of broken rock falls with the cracked ground.

It has always been a dark area where the sun and the moon cannot shine, but for the first time, the sun shines!

In the depths of the distant bottomless abyss, within the web of the terrifying demon kingdom made entirely of cobwebs, a malevolent goddess who was half demon and half spider let out the furiest screams.

In the sky above the Ban Rui Shrine, the sun shone on all the drow elves like uninvited guests, especially the soldiers and priestesses of the Ban Rui family, who were the key objects of care.

The sun is shining, and all kinds of magical treasures and equipment that Mosoblay City originally relied on underground magical radiation to create are beginning to show signs of magic power dissipation!

Ilminster held a cigarette holder in his mouth, looked up at the top of his head, and sighed with emotion: "What a rough tactic to go home." ”

And the person who executed this tactic, thousands of miles away, just whispered half a small order, even if it was an answer: "Don't fart, try to see the world turned upside down." ”

(End of chapter)