In fact, the Harperists League and the Multinational Alliance marched faster than Penny had imagined.

Just when the Netherworld City, up to the Nethersoul Prince, down to the common people, was busy for the magic rituals in the city, the coalition forces had broken through the many defensive outposts established by the Netherworld City on the Enook Desert, and the huge army with a total number of 70,000 people was divided into three ways to pounce on the Nethersoul City, two of which bypassed the Scimitar Mountain Range and penetrated the Nethersoul City from the east and west, and the other road crossed several shallower mountains from the south side of the Scimitar Peak Mountain Range, forming a flank attack on the Netherworld City.

For armies, marching through mountains is not a very good idea, and it is slower and more dangerous to march through rugged mountains than on flat land or even in deserts, so most commanders would rather take a long detour than crash headlong into a mountain that does not belong to them.

What's more, the Scimitar Peak Mountains are no different from most of the Enoch Desert - sandy and gravel mountains with no grass but stones are stones, and climbing such mountains is definitely not a happy thing for an army.

So this army was small and lean, composed mostly of rangers and warriors recruited by harpists in Hartland and the Northlands—most of them with great prestige on one side, many of whom had a high sense of honor and were willing to fight for the protection of the world, and such an army, though small in number, could not be taken lightly in combat.

The reconnaissance force of the forerunner has already fought with the scouts of the Netherworld City several times, and Penny's unit is of course no exception, although the soldiers of the Netherworld City have a high quality, but compared to such an elite coalition army, it is still too far behind, Penny watched the two scimitars of the Northland ranger led by the other party swing like a whirlwind, cutting down several of the Netherland scouts in the wargroup like vegetables, and suddenly felt dumbfounded.

This is a real master, the wizard used the spirit parade technique to avoid the warband, and noticed the color of this ranger's complexion.

Good thing it's not black.

Seems to be an admirer of Trist's hero.

The encounter ended so quickly that before Penny could react, the opposing Alliance team scraped off the scalp on the top of the head of the ghost scout on the ground and returned to Shannan.

The wizard quietly fell up.

After a while, a female electorate in a blue robe appeared on the battlefield, staring gloomily at the scalved corpses on the ground, examining them one by one, just as she had done in previous battles.

After a night of tossing and turning, the worry in her heart still made her leave the Netherworld City, and decided to find him no matter what.

At least not let him die outside for no apparent reason.

Damn Revaran, he was sent to his death.

She gritted her teeth and thought that for a moment she had a bitter hatred for this colleague who had been close to her.

If he did die, she vowed to remove Revaran's head when everything was over.

He's not dead...... The corpse of the man on the ground made her breathe a sigh of relief and increase her tension at the same time.

But it was also fast, through the traces of the battle on the ground, it was not difficult for Beria to guess how quickly this battle ended, an army of this quality could never be handled by the ordinary scout troops of Ghost City plus a few arcane scholars, once Savian and them encountered, the consequences were certain.

Where exactly is he?

Beria's body floated, looking in all directions in the sky, seeing the dust from the movement of a large number of people in the south, the corners of his eyes twitched twice, and he quietly leaned over with his hidden figure.

The coalition force was there, and she frowned tightly at the sight of the two tall women in front of the troops.

The famous Chief Sorcerer of Waterdeep, Mystra's Elector Leila Silverhand, and her disciple Kelburn Blackrod's successor, Chadran Tessala, walked on a dusty ridge with hundreds of warriors dressed in different costumes, the two of whom were the leaders of this particularly elite force.

Only a figure of their prestige can make so many warriors who have heard about it convincingly.

This war is about the safety of all of Torreel, and the Lady of Mystery is arguably one of the most important gods in the multiverse - most of the gods are dependent on priesthood and faith, and a few nature gods are dependent on rules, as is the case with the existence of Mystra, and the unconventional change of this type of god often causes turmoil in the rules that depend on it.

And the rules that the goddess of magic depends on are the core power in the multiverse. Once shaken, the consequences are unimaginable, and the catastrophe that destroyed the Nessera Empire has vividly demonstrated this, the replacement of the turbulent years is a 'legitimate' replacement under the leadership of Io, so the shock is negligible, but now this war is obviously not very 'legitimate', if Mistra falls, I don't know what else will cause disaster.

Not to mention the catastrophe that followed an even greater catastrophe - Shar had harnessed the power of the Ancient Evil in this war, and one of the most powerful wizards in East Feron was planning to remake the world with it, and was close to succeeding.

If the words of the young wizard she had never trusted much still made her suspicious, then the news that had been coming from the Desperate Eastern Regions and the Enook Desert for the past month had made her unable to sit still, and Sazastan had expelled all the red-robed mages who disobeyed his orders, and placed a large number of necromancy spells in the Serre Enchantment, almost turning the largest country in the Desperate Eastern Regions into a hell.

This near-self-destructive tactic was clearly motivating, and through the spies' descriptions and joint research with Erastro, they believed that Sazastan was preparing a ritual that was hard to determine, but ultimately served his ultimate purpose.

Time is of the essence.

Lyra Silver lifted her slender neck and sighed slightly.

"Your Excellency, you seem to have been ...... Full of thoughts. Chadran Tessara's frowning looked at her division commander, in her eyes, from Waterdeep City all the way here, Leila Silverhand never seemed to have a frown, now that it was getting closer and closer to Shadow City, a big battle was just around the corner, and if she harbored all kinds of bad negative emotions, it would undoubtedly have a bad impact on the upcoming war.

Especially for a commander.

Hearing the disciple's inquiry, Leila nodded casually, still frowning.

"Your concerns, I know very well. Chadran Tessara, who also had a certain understanding of the current situation, felt a little disapprehensive about Leila Silverhand's worries: "With all due respect, my lord, your worries are unnecessary, any humanoid creature in West Feron can see that it is impossible for the Netherworld City to withstand our all-out attack this time, their total population is only more than 30,000 people, less than half of the number of troops we organized this time, Silver Moon, Deep Water, Harua, Cormier, The mage community in Sambia has provided us with the greatest help, both in quantity and quality, enough to drown out the more than a thousand wizards in the Netherworld, what they are doing this time is against the whole of Faeron, and any force will go all out in this war, and will never fight as little as those previous wars. ”

"Perhaps, Chardy......" Leila Silverhand sighed as she looked at her confident disciple.

Things weren't that simple, if it was really as easy as Tessara's thoughts, the City of Shadows had been breached a few years ago.

Those 'small fights' were not as simple as Tessara's mouth, and although the scale was not the same as this time, the power of the Netherworld City still surprised the Faeron Kingdoms.

This time, whether it is for the whole of Faeron or the Netherworld City itself, this war will undoubtedly be unprecedentedly tragic, although Leila also believes that it will be difficult for Netherworld City to resist such a desperate attack by the coalition forces, but is it really that simple?

What Yin Soul City is planning is not an ordinary war, for this kind of huge conspiracy that has spread the flames of war to the upper realm, the conquest of the main material realm, can only affect a part of the overall situation.

Winning the war alone will not necessarily end the catastrophe.

What's more, Lyra still doesn't know anything about the current situation in Yin Soul City.

A gust of wind and sand blew the silver hair of the voters, and the color of the silver hair was not as bright as before under the sun, and it looked a little withered.

This is not only because of Leila Silverhand's preoccupation, but more importantly, because she has recently discovered with some horror that Mystra's divine powers are in a dangerous state of turmoil.

Their elect power is also beginning to become ineffective.

The curse against the source of the outer perimeter seemed to have permeated Mistra's divine power, and then reflected on them, the elect.

Deeper thinking caused Leila to worry even more, these voters who were just burdened with some divine power were affected by this, so what kind of weakness was Mistra herself, as the source of divine power?

This war must be ended as soon as possible.

She clenched her cane.

I wonder what's going on with Silvermoon City's Erastro?

She thought again.

In addition to sending their troops, they also prayed to Mystra for an oracle, and under the guidance of the goddess, they devised a plan that, if successful, might destroy the ritual of the Netherworld from within.

Now, with eleven ** masters and ten priests of the Church of Mystra, Erasdra is preparing a large magic ritual in the palace of Silvermoon City, and if the spell is successful, it will be able to descend Mistra's divine power on the corpse of Kelburn Black Rod in the Netherworld - they have confirmed this with a prophetic spell.

With the mana of this former electorate, coupled with the divine power that descended, it was enough to cause great destruction within the Netherworld City.

But this also requires that the coalition forces must break through the Netherworld City as soon as possible, at least to make those Netherworld Princes feel that they have lost sight of one or the other, so that the power of this plan can be maximized.

"Look at the heavens, my lord!" Lyla Silverhand was still pondering, and Chadran Tessara's eagle-like eyes suddenly lit up, and she raised her hand to an empty area of the sky.

Leila Silverhand immediately shifted her attention there, and the astonishing sensation belonging to the electorate made her instantly aware of the strangeness of the position, and her invisible vision vaguely caught the presence of someone there, and the real vision that immediately opened up allowed her to see the somewhat unfamiliar figure.

"It's you!!" Chadran Tessara, who recognized the woman in the blue robe at a glance - though Beria was not veiled now, and noticing Lyla's bewildered look, exclaimed, "You are the thief who stole the body of the Master of the Black Rod, the lackey of the despicable Shar Church." ”

Lyra's brow furrowed.

"Your mouth is really dry. Beria's gaze circled around the army in front of her, making sure she could see the faces of each of them, and she stared coldly at Chadran Tessala: "I'm not here to tell you a joke, Mistra's elect, have you seen this man?"

She used her psionic energy to conjure up the head of a ghostly man in the air.

"There are no living Shade Men here. Chadran Tessara, snorting and gesturing to the bag next to him, "Only the scalp of the Wraith, and we offer a reward to the warriors for 50 gold coins each. ”

Anger immediately filled Beria's eyes: "I ask you, have you ever seen this ghost man?"

Leila Silverhand frowned at the angry Beria, and shook her hand to stop Chadran Tessara's sarcasm, she didn't think there was any need to play tricks on the people in front of her, the warriors behind her had quietly surrounded her, and the mages had also flown into the sky and besieged her from all sides, the power of this shadow elect was a little weak, not enough to be her enemy, so why provoke her:

"I'm sorry we haven't seen this Shadow Man, or rather, he hasn't been seen near this mountain, it's been cleaned up by the Scouts, lady......"

Leila paused, because she found that it seemed that this statement made the other party even angrier.

"Then there's not much to say. ”

The look of anger on Beria's face faded abruptly, replaced by a twisted, frantic laugh that vibrated the air around her with a powerful force, and the tremendous pressure quickly overwhelmed everyone within five hundred yards of her.

Leila Silverhand's eyes narrowed into a slit and she raised her black wooden cane stuck in the ground.

I don't know why this shadow voter is so dangerous, but since it has been sent to the door, then don't go...

(To be continued)