High Fence Fort, the mage tower of Grand Master Tyrantil, Henry once lived here for a long time and received systematic mage education, it can be said that without the High Fence Fort, he would not have achieved what he is today. This is the foundation of a qiē, a place full of emotion and memories.

However, due to the raid of the dark elves, the charred walls and gates are somewhat dilapidated, and the temporary absence of the owner has become a place for the animals to hide from the wind and snow.

Squirrels, pheasants, rabbits, foxes, mink......

Countless little ones nest in corners or under eaves, as the castle is constantly absorbing magical elements, and the temperature here is slightly warmer than elsewhere, making it an ideal habitat to escape the cold winters.

Seeing a few panicked fawns running past him, Henry couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "I really didn't expect that after this place stopped operating, not only would there be no abnormal magical energy, but even the natural ecology in the forest would be completely restored to normal." ”

After leaving the underground, he did not choose to return to Baldur's Gate immediately, but planned to take the dimensional orb parked here with him.

Although the value and role of the dimensional sphere have decreased sharply after the construction of the floating city, it is equivalent to a mage tower that can be moved at any time, and the internal facilities are complete, and the most important thing is that it can travel between planes at any time, making it the most ideal means of transportation to explore other worlds alone.

Coming to the open space not far from the side of the castle, Henry whispered a spell, followed by a giant metal ball with a diameter of more than a hundred meters, removing the invisibility and completely revealing it. It looks as intact as before.

Just as he was about to link the internal control center. When I open an entrance on a metal surface. Suddenly, it was discovered that there was already an opening on the right side, and judging by the thick snow near the doorway, the intruder was probably inside several days ago.

"Damn the thief, I hope nothing important is missing."

After cursing in a low voice, Henry immediately blessed himself with protective magic, and carried the Archmage's Staff into the mouth with a gloomy expression. He swore that if the thief inside hadn't left, he would let the other party taste the wrath of the legendary spellcaster. Perhaps it would be a good idea to curse his life of bad luck with "limited wishes".

Of course, the exact method depends on the purpose of the intruder and the evil process. If it's just to get some money, then there's no need to make a big move, just a little punishment. If it is a ruthless outlaw, there is no doubt that it must be killed directly, and it is a disaster to keep this kind of person anyway.

As soon as he entered the sphere, Henry immediately heard the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping from the direction of the real yàn room, and the golem in charge of patrolling seemed to be chasing the intruder.

"Hah! It turned out that he hadn't had time to leave yet. Just so, let me see who you really are, and you can unlock the protection I have set. As he spoke, he quickened his pace. It didn't take long to arrive at the room on the west side of the sphere, and before I could get closer, I saw a shocking scene.

I saw the three-meter-tall guard golem waving its thick arms. Smash everything in its path, including tables, chairs, glass test tubes, and potion bottles, and the target it pursues is nothing more than a special-looking chicken.

That's right!

This chicken was special because Henry had seen the exact same ......

"Ahh Yikes! Prosperous...... Henry...... Yikes! Yikes! Fast...... Help me! The chicken in danger seemed to see a savior, desperately flapping its short wings and shouting wildly, and its white feathers flew around, which really responded to the idiom - chickens fly and dogs jump......

"Stop attacking the intruders! You can now go into standby. Henry hurried to stop the Golem from continuing to hunt down the chickens, for there were not many chickens who could talk and knew him......

The golem, who received the new order, slowly lowered his arm and gave a low response: "Understood! New order, the servant goes into standby, abandoning the eviction of the trespasser. ”

Seeing that the golem stopped chasing, the chicken sat on the ground with a relieved ass, panting with his head very humane, and his wings twitched from time to time, completely deprived.

Henry forced a smile to come close and crouched down and asked, "Say, Merikan, why did you make yourself like this again?" I remember last time you swore that you would never do that dangerous test again. ”

In fact, he recognized the true identity of this chicken from the first sight, the first apprentice of Tyrantiel, the fanatical obsession of the dangerous real yàn, the mage Merikan.

You must know that this guy is not the first time to turn himself into a chicken, he has had many criminal records before this, and I don't know what he is studying, and he can actually produce such a strong aftermath of change energy and have a permanent transformation effect on himself.

"Ahh Yikes! I...... I was well prepared this time...... Yikes! Yikes! But this ...... This damn ...... Yikes! Yikes! The golem suddenly rushed out and disrupted the real step...... That's why I'm in this situation. Merikan glared at the golem with a pair of corns, and the look of gritting his teeth made him want to laugh.

"So, if you don't have the Golem to bother you, you can complete that transformation? Also, why did you break into the sphere, don't you understand that all magic devices are bound to be guarded inside? Henry asked playfully.

He really didn't understand where Merikan got his self-confidence, and he was so ashamed to put the blame on the golem......

But Merikan apparently didn't think so, and he shook the feathers on his body and shouted excitedly: "Of course! Of course I was able to complete the transformation of the real yàn! The energy supply inside this sphere is so abundant, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen to break in. The teacher closed the mage tower when he left, and that damn tower spirit Freeman simply wouldn't allow me to invoke more than two percent of my energy. ”

Well, it seems that Tyrantiel still knows his apprentice very well, and directly strangled the possibility of carrying out dangerous realizations from the source, so this guy chose to take a risk and break into the dimensional sphere.

Henry shook his head helplessly, and without saying a word, he immediately chanted a spell to remove the transformation spell on Merikan's body. Then she patted him on the shoulder. Walked straight towards the control room.

He didn't want to say anything more about Melikan's behavior. After all, everyone has their own choice, and we can only hope that this guy will not drift away on the road of becoming a chicken, and maybe in a few decades, the legend of the Merikan chicken will spread near Jianwan.

After a simple debugging, Henry found that the entire power system was the same as when he left, except that there was no interdimensional teleportation for the time being. Without hesitation, he activated the teleportation device, only to see a bright light flash, and the huge sphere disappeared in place in an instant.

Merikan, who had recovered his normal state, looked at the dimensional sphere that had teleported away. He sighed very helplessly, packed his bags and headed south. He obviously didn't give up his intention to continue the practice, and was ready to find a place with plenty of magical energy to start over.

Meanwhile, on the construction site of the Floating City, Borken is directing a large number of mages to cast spells on some areas that need to be reinforced and enchanted.

As an arcane artist left over from the days of Nessreel, he had put all his energy into it, every rune, every street, every stone pillar, almost everywhere required excellence, and there must be no flaws, and sometimes even pushed the entire section of the project to be rebuilt for the sake of a small error.

It is this rigorous vision that guarantees the quality of the project. Even the foundations were transformed into the hardest granite by the magic ritual, which alone took seven hundred mages a whole week. And the gems consumed are even more valuable, and even the wealthy Henry feels a little painful.

"Master, should the magic patterns on the east side be copied exactly according to the drawings? We've already consumed a lot of Mithril, and if we continue, I'm afraid the rest won't be enough. A male assistant in his mid-thirties reminded in a low voice.

Borken glanced at the drawings and frowned and asked, "How long can you hold out with the current reserves?" ”

"Five days, we only have five days' worth left in our Mithril reserves." The assistant replied fifteen-ten.

"Isn't there anyone coming to give us additional materials these days?" Upon hearing that Mithril had bottomed out, Borken's brow furrowed even tighter.

The assistant shook his head with a wry smile: "No." I have sent someone to urge it, and the queen's reply is that His Majesty Henry is not there for the time being, so no one can enter the half-plane where the materials are stored. ”

"Then stop for a while, concentrate on building the central control tower, and I will personally go to solve this problem." After saying that, Borken returned the drawings to his assistant and pressed his forehead hard.

He knew very well how much it would cost to build a floating city, especially this kind of building from the foundation and then enchanting layer by layer, sturdy enough, but the terrifying consumption was definitely enough to bankrupt most legendary mages.

You must know that the Grand Arcanists of the Nethrel period did not dare to be so picky, they just cut off a mountain peak, flipped it over with spells, and the wealthy ones arranged a magical protection system at most, and as for the high-end goods like the Magic Lock, only powerful and wealthy Grand Arcanists like Karthas, Lavok, and Eolem could afford to play.

However, Henry's idea is obviously a little different from that of the native inhabitants on the continent of Faerun, and he has always been in line with the idea of making the best if he does not build it, otherwise it will be more troublesome to upgrade in the future, so he decided to go bankrupt and take it one step at a time.

Of course, Borken agreed with such a plan, he was originally bent on restoring the glory of magical civilization, so how could he dislike the floating city built was too perfect......

Looking at the huge city that was already quite rudimentary, Borken had a faint smile on his face, and just as he imagined the majestic posture of the city after it flew up, a deafening air explosion suddenly appeared in the air.

"Bang!"

A metal sphere with a diameter of more than 100 meters appeared on the construction site out of thin air, instantly dispossessing the soul of the human worker, and ran away screaming.

The mages who were enchanting also stopped what they were doing and immediately went into a state of alert, and even the multi-armed giant carrying the stone stared nervously at the ball, ready to fight at the first order.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, it's me."

With a familiar voice, a small opening opened on the surface of the dimensional sphere, and Henry walked out of it with a smile.

"It's His Majesty the King!" A sharp-eyed worker shouted. "That's right! I've been to the coronation, and I won't be mistaken. ”

"Really?!"

"The gods are above! Really the king! ”

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

"Thank you for exempting us from taxes!"

…… (To be continued......)