"You have such an arcane level......"

The wizard was sneaking through the crypt on his way to Cairnheim, and Ansenfia's voice still came straight into his head from the orb of communication hanging from his neck.

The distance from the ruins was so far away that Ansenfia was no longer able to maintain the image in the orb, and was unable to even make a real and audible sound, and could only interact with the wizard through a faint telepathy.

"High?" the wizard shook his head secretly, as his mana grew stronger, the more he knew how small his power was before the multiverse, the arcanists tried their best to surpass the shackles of the multiverse, but in the face of the vast power of the source sea, even the most powerful arcanist could not fight head-on.

Now, Penny felt that as he gradually approached the edge of the Source Sea, the arcane source power became chaotic and turbulent, and extremely unstable, and before this breakthrough, it was also a time when the mage was at his most vulnerable.

Although in the eyes of many Faeron people, a spellcaster who can be called a master is extremely powerful, Penny is well aware that wizards at this stage face the most difficult obstacles to overcome, and will encounter more dangers in ordinary life.

Most spellcasters will not be able to go further in their lifetime if they stay in this realm, and their tenacity, courage, and talent test the patience of wizards all the time.

There are always very few people who can pass through this door.

But in the main material world, there are still many such figures.

Therefore, the mage did not dare to be complacent about his achievements in the arcane law, as Helast said, before crossing the boundary of the source sea, everything had not yet begun.

In other words, he is not qualified to really participate in the game of those powerful beings.

Although he can lure many legendary powerhouses to fight for him, he understands that he does not have enough money to participate in this game, and if he is not careful, he may easily finish the game.

Otherwise, why would he hide and sneak around like this?

"You're cautious, it's good, you can go far. Sensing the wizard's response, Ansenfia complimented, "Especially in the current Torrell universe, this mentality is especially difficult. ”

"You know about the outside world?" the wizard raised his eyebrows.

"Occasionally I'll have Dan Rington and them take my projection to the outside world, at least on the south shore of the Falling Star Sea, I know a lot of things. Ansenfia said, "But it's strange that I haven't heard of any noteworthy wizards in Feren in the last two years, otherwise I should know your name, and then again, Pan Diesel is really your name?"

"It's fair to say that at least two years ago, I didn't really have a good reputation in Torrell. The wizard shrugged.

In Faerun, the wizard with the ability to cast spells in the third and fourth rings is already a famous figure, and the mana of the fifth or sixth ring is enough to be honored by Feng Ruo of a country, and most of those who have reached the level of Penny are big names who are famous in Faerun.

Although the quality and quantity of wizards vary from place to place, no one can ignore a powerful wizard with the mana of the Eight Rings, such a character can never be unknown unless he stays in his own home for the rest of his life and does not go out to meet people.

At least Penny knew that it was unlikely that this kind of house wizard would soon have great power, you know, he had mastered some power on the Dragon Coast, and he spent an unknown number of years in the Time Dragon Ruins, and only studied more than two dozen less complicated seven and eight ring arcane arts, and most of these spells did not cost much to study, you know, in the Time Dragon Ruins, Penny did not have much material for studying advanced spells.

Every high-level spell has to burn money.

At least since entering Simon, until now, the experience of studying general arcane has taught Penny that it is not easy to have a spell casting ability similar to the methodological level, without a five- or six-figure gold coin.

Therefore, he didn't believe that there would be a wizard who would be able to live alone in a place unknown to others, slowly practicing his arcane arts.

While in theory, mages only need methodology, but without constant tweaking and validation in the process of studying the arcane, most wizards will go astray or stagnate.

So Penny is convinced that most wizards are running around for money, and that the ones who don't eat the fireworks of the world are perhaps the Apostles of Mystra: their benefits are simply too much compared to the average spellcaster.

Therefore, most wizards with spell-casting abilities at the level of Penny are more or less famous in Ferren, especially among the mage community.

"That's weird. Ansenfia's voice was a little confused, indeed surprised that she hadn't heard of a wizard like this in Feren.

"You just thought I flew in from another crystal system. Penny coughed dryly.

"Okay. Ansenfia nodded, and could hear that Penny was reluctant to dwell on this issue, so he reluctantly accepted this statement, after all, there are many people who have crossed into Faeron from other planes, and the gates of Seal City are open all seasons, and there is no rule that personnel from any plane are not allowed to enter or leave.

This answer is also close to the truth to some extent, but even Penny himself doesn't take it seriously now.

"But beware, the leader of the Dark Golem is King Dude, a strong necromancer, and his spell-casting ability is not inferior to yours, and it will take a little effort to reclaim Fina from him. Ending the previous topic, Ansenfia solemnly admonished.

"Not under me?" the wizard picked out the corner of his eye, but his hand was not idle, and he finished guiding a spell sigil again, storing a half-formed fragment of the spell.

Ansenfia didn't say anything more, because she sensed that this junior, who seemed to be very young, didn't seem to see 'no less ability to cast spells than you' as a threat.

She certainly didn't know that the wizard often faced people who were much stronger than herself.

Similar to him, it's really not worth his fear.

And in a deep dark cavern not far ahead, is the legendary Cairnheim.

As the wizard fearlessly ventured into the abyss of the Dark Golem, Fina began to fear.

Of course, she had to be afraid, she stayed for a long time in this black place where she couldn't see anything clearly, surrounded by either cold rock walls and groundwater, or stinky stone giants, this was obviously not a place that could make people feel comfortable, and when the light reappeared in front of her, she saw that there were several eerie white ghost fires around her, rotating in the outer circle of the strange magic circle under her feet, and she herself was encased in an iron cage that was only large enough for her squatting body.

This iron cage is sealed with a lid, and the cage body is just a thick iron shell with holes, not so much a cage, but a sealed iron bucket, which is contained in this iron bucket, Fina's mood can be imagined.

And she didn't dare to scratch the few stone giants around the circle, so she could only endure the stomach tumbling over the river and the sea, watching these hateful-looking stone giants dance and shout incantations she didn't understand.

She wasn't a polymath who specialized in languages, or a mage who often worked with underground creatures, and certainly couldn't understand Golem's subterranean language.

And a gust of yin wind blew through her body, so that she couldn't help but start shivering.

No matter how tough your nerves are, it's impossible not to be afraid at such times.

Especially when the stone giant, whose body was half transparent, shimmering with spiritual brilliance, and surrounded by the aura of death, appeared, her breathing stopped.

She didn't need to say anything more to understand that she was not far from death.

"What are they going to do with Fina?" the young Orion exclaimed in the narrow cavern above, looking at the scene where the only light was.

"It's a ritual to worship Visharon. Penny frowned, seeing the skull appear above the magic circle.

This is the famous Lich God of Faeron, and every member of the Red Mage Guild is familiar with the name and much knowledge about it.

More than 100 years ago in Serre, there were two talented wizards in the red-robed mage society necromancy, Sazastan and Visharon, both of whom possessed extraordinary mana at a very young age.

According to Serge's rules, they eliminated countless powerful enemies in front of them, and before the throne of the head of the school, only the last name was left on the list of enemies of the two.

So, after a struggle, Sazastan ascended to the head of the Necromantic School, as Searle now knew.

And the story of the vanquished Visharon is not over, although he was defeated in the battle with Sazastan, he has not lost his power, and the revenge ** made him make a choice, through an artifact, he let go of part of his methodology and became a weak divine god who spoke for the concept of the lich.

Perhaps he still has a chance for revenge before he is completely assimilated by the faith and the priesthood, and usually this lasts for a long, long time, especially when the hatred is extremely strong.

Just like the Lady of the Night, who is a powerful god, her hatred for twin sisters began at the beginning of the world, and it still hasn't disappeared to this day.

So every red-robed mage is familiar with this deity.

The deity likes to let his followers experiment with necromancy for pleasure or to strengthen the power of their faith, and the so-called lich is clearly not just human.

The Golem Lich seems to be trying to please the famous Lich God with this ritual.

In this case, the poor worm who is forced to become a ritual experiment will of course become an undead creature of unknown kind.

A dark force wrapped around her body, and the cold seemed to pierce the bone marrow in an instant, and at the same time as Fina let out a miserable scream, the leylines above the dungeon suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The canopy peeled off one by one, and large chunks of rock continued to fall from the sky, facing the magic circle that swirled with the breath of death, and the light from the circle was completely extinguished in a few breaths, and Fina's screams came to an abrupt end, replaced by the angry roar of the Dark Golem.

The Golem Lich, slightly shorter than his compatriots, leapt from the rubble, the phosphorus fire in his eyes that seemed to release a clearly visible beam of light that swept over the mountain walls above the dungeon.

It was clear that someone had broken his ritual with magic.

He quickly found the real culprit.

He didn't deliberately hide his traces, and the wizard wrapped in arcane fire gave the dark dungeon a little more light, and a thick lightning bolt had already slashed at the necromantic giant who had just moved his gaze.

(To be continued)