"You want to join the ritual?" said Revaran Tanshur, looking up and down at the requesting Netherspirit Scholar.

This request surprised him a little, after all, the arcanists who participated in the organization ceremony were the true elite of Netherworld City, and it seemed that Savian Ottoris's catties were still a little worse, but on second thought, it was a good idea to isolate him from Beria:

This ritual is the most important event in the Shadow City, and for the sake of secrecy and security, all the wizards who participate in the ritual are housed in a secret research institute, and if the wizard is willing to go there, he can be completely separated from Belial.

On the day of the ritual, the cultists had another mission—unlike these arcanists, their mission was to be carried out in the kingdom of the gods of Shar or Mystra.

When he thought of this, he already agreed with seven or eight points in his heart, but there was still a little problem: "But...... Dear Ottoris, the person in charge of the ceremony is not me, of course, I think Brenas will not refuse your request, you need to wait for a while. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness. The wizard sent Revaran away with a smile, a thoughtful look on his face.

After solving the matter of Belial, the next problem is still the key to Isil Aaron.

It is in the kingdom of the Shal as Beria said.

That's troublesome, the power that a powerful god has in his own kingdom of gods, no one in the entire Toriel universe can deal with it except Io, and it is simply arrogant to the point of madness for a mere mortal to enter the kingdom of gods and steal treasures.

Penny knew his weight very well, and of course he wouldn't be so idiotic as to rush into the shadow plane and go to Shar's kingdom to find his death, but there was a great opportunity right now.

Shar deliberately usurped Mystra's priesthood, and in doing so, it would inevitably cause a change in the kingdom of God, and a change in the priesthood of this rank would not be a trivial matter—many prophets had foreseen that it would cause a great disaster.

Then the wizard may find an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Even if you can't find it, you can create it yourself, as in the case of a sudden and fatal disruption to the ritual while the war between Shar and Mystra was in full swing...... Penny is not lacking in confidence in his ability to do so.

A day later, he was brought into the Ritual Tower in the center of the Netherworld, with only a spiraling staircase in the tower, and when he followed Brainus halfway through, Penny felt that the main body of this ritual was not in Ferron, but between the shadow plane and the main material realm.

When he reached the top of the tower, he found that he was standing on a lonely island, and looking down from the outside of the island, he could vaguely see the 'shadow' of the shadow plane of the Yin Soul City, and the real body of Pendram was in the crack of this plane, and the black sun and floating island seen above the Yin Soul City of the main material realm were just the shadows of the real place located in this gap.

As soon as he entered the isolated island, Penny felt that the space was filled with a repressed force of destruction, and he suddenly felt as if he had entered a large explosive keg, as if Pendram's evil power could turn all existence in this space into nothingness at any time.

The discovery sent Penny into a cold sweat, but once he entered a building, the oppression was slightly lessened, and Penny could guess that this was the heart of the ceremony.

On the side of the rune array in the hall, many wizards were silently busy, most of them were Yin Spirits who had completed their transformation.

There are also more than 1,000 official arcanists in Netherworld City, and a quarter of the members have been transformed into ghosts, most of them are high-level wizards with superb mana, whose status is comparable to that of Serre's Ring Mage, and the number of high-level Ring Masters is a little more than that of Serre.

This discovery made Penny secretly surprised, if it weren't for the fact that the population base was too small, with these arcanists, the Yin Spirits would not have been imprisoned by the Silvermoon Alliance in the corner of the Enook Desert.

"Oh, welcome, Savian, you may want to stay here for a while. Brenas, who brought in the wizard, smiled and lowered his voice as he spoke: "It's important to be quiet here. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, Your Highness. Penny replied with a smile.

Brenas nodded, and with a hand, led the wizard to a small room on the side, where rows of heavy arcane tomes were placed on the walls, and under his introduction, Penny knew that this was all important information about the ritual, and that he needed to go through some of it before he could join the work.

Penny nodded in understanding, Prince Brenas walked away with a gentlemanly smile, Penny exhaled, before entering the tower, he had been examined by the two princes Ramoloch and Millergante, and to deal with these two ghost princes who were known for their cunning and seriousness, Penny used all his strength, his mana was no stronger than these two ghost princes who had lived for thousands of years, and it was extremely difficult to deal with them.

However, I don't know if it was too good luck or his disguise was really in place, he didn't show any flaws in this expedition, the soul golem and his acting skills seemed to have succeeded in fooling the two princes, and the final level was easier for Penny, he signed the real name of Savian Ortoris on the form, even if he completed all the formalities perfectly.

Now, he can sit in this arcane research institute and begin to study the ritual that will shake the entire Torreel universe.

While Penny was working on the ritual, the coalition forces of the Silvermoon Alliance were not far from being completed.

Now in the coalition camp northeast of the Scimitar Peak Mountains, a discussion is underway about the impending war.

Leila Silver Hand and the head of the Western Route Army, a close confidant of Lady Erastro, The closer they got to the Netherworld, the more they could feel how unfathomable the darkness and destruction brewing in the Netherworld were, especially Leila Silverhand, who felt her arcane and intuitive instincts even more sluggish less than three miles outside the Shadow Canopy, even if she used a simple teleportation spell, it would have to be done with the help of sigils.

However, the commander of the Eastern Route Army, the young king of Cormier, Rann II, did not have any annoyance on his face, perhaps his ignorance of the arcane made him very optimistic about the future: "Two adults, we already have a total army of 70,000 people here, as well as a large number of wizards and brave men, with just one attack, we can easily break through that black shell, and we don't have to be afraid of the tricks of the ghost people at all." ”

"But the Ghost City floats in the sky. Leila replied lightly, the severe suppression of her power made her feel very bad, and she did not have a good impression of the young king in front of her.

This was shown by the impulsive and irascible manner in which the king had attacked Simon rashly, and the master of Pan Diesel, whom he also looked down upon, though he was often vile and filthy, and who was fond of trickery, was most of the time aware of the importance and seldom did anything nonsense.

Rann II was interrupted before he could finish his sentence, his expression became a little embarrassed, and he did not have the courage to anger Lady Leila Silverhand, who was famous in Ferron, and could only snort softly through his nose to express his dissatisfaction.

"Reinforcements from all sides have not yet arrived, especially the mercenaries from the southern region and the elves from the eastern islands, who have also agreed to join the battle. Layla looked in the direction of the Shadow City - at this distance, the shadow canopy that reached the sky was already faintly visible: "This will be an astonishing and tragic war, we must concentrate as much as possible the forces of the various regions of Faeron, now we only have more than seven hundred wizards, with this number, I am afraid that even the shadow canopy will not be able to tear apart, at least until the elven reinforcements of Yongju Island arrive, before we can launch a general attack smoothly." ”

"By the way, speaking of wizards. Rann II, not knowing what he remembered, said, "That Monsieur Pan Diesel ......"

A hint of coldness flashed in the corner of his eyes: "It doesn't seem to be there." ”

Leila raised her eyebrows, and she could tell that Rann II seemed to have other intentions, but that was the question she was perplexed about.

War may break out at any time, but the ** division of Ximen City disappeared somewhere.

"He'll show up. Leila said with a deep frown.

"Not necessarily. Rann II sneered slightly, "I guess he's leaving Torreel." ”

"This can't be, his family is still in Silvermoon City. Leila looked a little displeased.

Despite all her prejudices against Penny, she still has a lot of approval of the wizard's demeanor in this matter - at least not like some wizards who have been informed, and when they learn that something is wrong, they run to Signet City in despair, preparing to take refuge in the outer crystal wall system like Greyhawk Alberon.

Therefore, to her ears, Rann II's tone was a bit malicious and slanderous.

"Oh, that's hard to say. Rann II shook his head: "Perhaps this master is a ruthless fellow like most arcanists, and this may be a surname, are you right?" ”

"Watch your words, Your Majesty. Leila, who was getting more and more unable to listen, couldn't help but speak: "Whether he is there or not, we should go all out to join this battle." ”

"At the end of the day, I doubt his courage. Rann II shook his head: "Well, let's not talk about that, let's talk about how to launch an offensive against Shadow City......"

"Even with the addition of the elven wizards of Eternal Gathering Island, our arcanists are not adequate. Leila Silverhand sighed: "Therefore, we can only bring a small number of elites to attack the center of Yin Soul City, and the battle on the outer layer will be supported by local warriors." ”

Rann II nodded, this is a matter of course - think about it, you can also know how dangerous the lair of the Yin Spirit will be, although his army is elite, but compared to the troops composed of the 'brave' in the coalition, it is certainly better not to take the lead.

After simply agreeing on the plan of attack, Leila Silverhand and the Knight Commander left Rann's tent with teleportation, and the young king yawned, ordered the guards to close the tent, turned to the middle-aged and child-like 'civil official' next to him, and said: "I have already done everything you want me to do, and in half a day at the latest, the whole barracks here will start discussing the whereabouts of that damn wizard, and I believe that the spies of Netherworld will be interested in it." ”

"Hey!~" Helast Black Robe smiled dryly, "Good job." ”

Rann II was not as calm as he seemed, and he didn't want to see this 'child' who had given him nightmarish fears, but the reality was that it backfired, and the night before the march to the Netherworld, this strange child took his place as a civilian servant.

Rann II shuddered at the thought of the fate of that civil official, no matter what, he just wanted to get rid of this devil as soon as possible.

However, the sense of honor in his heart still made him can't help but ask: "Who are you and what is your purpose?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, it doesn't matter to you what my purpose is, great king. ”

Helaste Blackrobe glanced at Rann II with a mocking look, which made the young king angry and afraid to attack, and could only hear Helaster Blackrobe's playful words: "You just need to live when you should live, and die when you should be finished, you are just a little bit of a person who doesn't need to know much about the whole world." ”

Such ridicule made Rann II grit his teeth and roared in a low voice of rage: "I am the king of Cormier, the commander of thousands of troops, I ,......"

“...... Can't dominate this war. Hylaster glared at Rann II with those terrible eyes.

The terrifying gaze brought back memories of that night, and Rann II instantly froze, sitting on a stool like a defeated bull and gasping for breath.

"Oh, don't be unconvinced, young king, tell me, how many years do you think you will live, if nothing else? fifty years, a hundred years?" Helast teased the king's mind slowly, "I'm sorry, I've lived thousands of years, and you're as small as a handful ......of grass compared to me."

Looking at Hyraste, Rann II's eyes were blood-red, and the uncontrollable anger made him feel extremely depressed, and at the same time deeply sad.

Whether it's the devil in front of him, or Leila Silverhand, or Erastro, or the Pan Diesel who makes him dream of killing a hundred times a night...... Treat him like a small idiot.

Sooner or later, I'm going to make you pay...... The king clenched his fists, and hated all the wizards in his heart.

(To be continued)