The Floating City, one of the ultimate creations of spellcasters in Faeron's history, exemplifies the point that the Arcanists have always made - magic is omnipotent, not only does it send entire cities flying into the air, but it is also a terrifying weapon in itself, enough to make most cities on the main plane disappear from the map in an instant.

When the Grand Arcanist Iolim leveled the mountain with a core of Mithera, he probably never dreamed of what kind of era he had begun, and with the establishment of floating cities, Nessera entered a period of unprecedented prosperity.

At that time, whether it was a dragon soaring in the sky or an invincible giant on the ground, they all had to crawl at the feet of the Grand Arcanist, and even a special organization was born, the Zasman Cult.

They didn't know where to crack some of the mysteries of the gods, and through the self-sacrifice of the thirty-nine members, they created a dagger, a terrible weapon that could ignore divinity and divine power.

Obviously, the purpose of this artifact was to kill the gods, and they believed that mortals could overthrow the gods with violence, but in the end, it attracted the wrath of the ancient god of death, Jecob, and all the members mysteriously disappeared overnight, and only the name of the dagger survived - the Zasman Dagger, one of the few weapons on the continent of Faeron that can kill the gods.

Henry had consulted a lot of information about the time of Nessreel, and deduced how terrible magic had become, and perhaps in a thousand or two years, they could really overthrow the gods and establish a powerful civilization dominated by mortals.

It was precisely because of this that he was particularly jealous of Yin Soul City, in order not to irritate the other party. He didn't even move the spies in the city. Silently waiting for the completion of the construction of his own cottage floating city.

You have to know that according to the original plan. He planned to wait two years for the plot to begin, and then follow the disciples of the dwarven master Chogan to find the well-preserved floating city hidden in the Enooc Desert, but due to the imminent threat of the Netherworld City, he was forced to build a copycat version of the scaremonger first.

After all, nuclear power is not the core of Mithera, it can draw energy from the magic net endlessly, although the current reserves are enough for the floating city to fly in the sky for a hundred and eighty years, but there will always be a day when it falls, and God knows where similar efficient energy can be found.

Just as Henry was thinking. The Colosseum suddenly erupted in a violent cheer, and he hurriedly returned to his senses to watch, it turned out that an orc hunter of a primitive tribe had a strong will to survive before he died, and stabbed three members of the personal guard to death with the spear in his hand.

Fighting back to the death, all the scenes that the audience liked to see, even Fugner involuntarily stood up and whispered: "What a powerful warrior, if it had been a few months ago, I would have been very happy to give him the glory of death." ”

"Huh! I don't think you're the match for the hunter off the pitch right now. What's more, the reason why he is so brave is not because he wants to meet death, but because he intends to continue to live. As he spoke, Henry glanced at the other party's bulging belly, which was becoming more and more obvious, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

Just as he expected. The orc ruling class corrupted very quickly, transforming from a fierce warrior to a hedonist in just a few months. This change has even spread to some soul shamans, and now even the orc lord god may not be able to influence this group of pleasure-loving guys.

Instead of getting angry, Fugner laughed alongside his sovereign's ridicule: "Haha! You're right, blame the damn chefs, they make the food so good, and it won't be long before I'm the fattest orc ever. ”

Henry smiled and shook his head after hearing this: "Oh...... My Viscount, you can't put the blame for your obesity on the chef. Listen to me, do more exercise, this will not only make you live longer, but also maintain a certain amount of combat effectiveness, I don't want to see you more than 200 kilograms one day. ”

"Well, in order to enjoy life better, I will spare an hour every day to practice martial arts." Fugner said with a slight sigh. He also knew that he had indulged a bit during this time, and he was afraid that he would not be able to live for a few years if he continued like this, so he decisively adopted Henry's advice.

Just as the two were talking, the duel arena finally decided the winner. Although the orc hunter showed the courage to fight to the death, he was still outnumbered in the end, and was rushed up by five opponents to dissect his corpse, blood and internal organs were scattered everywhere, giving the audience great sensory stimulation.

The winning side stepped on the corpse of the loser and raised their hands in salute to the audience, and the fanatical audience also waved their arms and shouted loudly, as if to vent the tyrannical feelings hidden in their hearts.

Henry found that it was not only orcs who came to watch the show, more than a third of them were actually humans, and many of them were former merchants, and some were slave traders from Luskan, all of them with strange expressions, neither like they had come to watch the show nor like they were participating in gambling, which made people feel very strange.

With a puzzled look on his face, Fugner's own king took a sip of wine and explained: "Those guys are here to do business, the caravan wants to buy strong and skilled slaves, and the slave traders want their trained gladiators to play, but the price has not yet been negotiated. ”

"Oh? So, the Colosseum dedicated to the Sons of Slaughter can make a lot of money? Henry asked, touching his chin. It was the first time he had discovered that such a primitive and barbaric sport could be so lucrative that even the valuable slave traders felt like a kick in the coffin.

"That's right, duels are not a pastime that the poor can afford, the entrance fee alone costs five silver coins per person, and the higher the seat, the more expensive it is, plus gambling and selling slaves with professional ranks, you can earn about seven or eight hundred gold coins a day, but half of them have to be donated to the temple, which is generally not bad." Fugner happily explained the input.

After listening to the operation system of the arena, Henry was taken aback: "This is what you came up with?!" ”

He didn't believe that the complex profit model came from the hands of simple-minded orcs, and there must be a business-savvy guy behind it.

"Hey, hey! You should know that I don't have any of these fancy intestines, they were all come up with by a down-and-out businessman. His name is Bill. When he was a merchant, he accidentally broke into the territory of the ogre. It almost turned out to be each other's dinner. Fortunately, we found out early. Fished him out of the pot. In return for saving my life, he vowed to serve me for five years, a very nice human being, and I liked his clever brain. ”

As he spoke, Fugna pointed to a middle-aged man standing under the Colosseum: "It's him, who has been appointed by me as the director of this place, responsible for the operation of the entire Colosseum." ”

Henry narrowed his eyes and looked at the person's complexion and physiognomy a lot, and nodded slightly: "A typical Kalinsan, no wonder he is so familiar with the operation of the Colosseum. You'd better be careful. Generally, the identity of people engaged in this industry is not too simple. ”

"It doesn't matter, he can't escape from my palm within a radius of a few kilometers from Wywood City, not to mention that there is a mage tower in the city." Fugner touched his short beard and said very confidently.

"Don't be careless, I suspect he might have some connection to the Thieves' Guild in the South. Speaking of the Mage Tower, I have one more thing to inform you, Eren has been sent to this city by me, and he will live and be trained here for the next two years, so don't tell anyone else. Henry's voice was so low that apart from the two of them, even the orc warriors guarding the door couldn't hear clearly.

A bolt from the blue!

The news instantly sent Fugner into a stupor. It took two minutes to come back to his senses: "You...... You mean...... The crown prince is here now?!! ”

Henry smiled meaningfully and nodded, "That's right, the young eagle must be baptized by a storm to grow. Only such a harsh environment can create a resilient character. As much as I can with Sarah Brightman's actions, I'm going to let Alan experience pain, betrayal, and frustration here until he understands the world in its truest form. ”

"You're a madman......," Fugner muttered as he took a deep breath.

"Crazy?" Henry laughed self-deprecatingly. "Maybe! It is better to endure hardship now than to die later. I'll leave it to you, I still have some things to do in the mountains to the west. ”

"West? There's nothing there but Troll Roaring Forest and Troll Mountain. Fugner said with a puzzled face.

"Hehe, that's just for ordinary people, to the north of the Troll Mountain lives the mage with the highest level of spellcasting on the main plane, the king of wizards in the era of Nessreel, Lavok, I have something I want to confirm." With that, Henry stood up and activated the teleportation magic, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared in place, just as he had come.

Fugner sat in his chair and was stunned for a long time, followed by his whole body shaking involuntarily, and his eyes were full of fear.

He now finally understood why Henry had not allowed orcs to approach the Sorcerer's Grave, which had turned out to be the lair of a terrible lich, and if he provoked him, he probably didn't even know how he died.

Terrible!

It's horrible!

As an orc living in the Supreme Wasteland, he had heard of the magical plague that had broken out in the area of Baldur's Gate in the early years, which had caused millions of deaths, and it was not that Lavoc had deliberately spread it, but that some intruders had accidentally brought it out, and it was so amazing that even Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, could not reach it.

How can such an undead spellcaster not be afraid?

Fugna was determined to be determined to pee his pants without being scared on the spot, knowing that the mention of this name at Baldur's Gate could instantly clean the streets, and in a matter of minutes, it could cause widespread panic and riots.

However, this qiē has nothing to do with Henry, he has arrived at the foot of the mountain at this moment, ready to start searching the location of the sorcerer's tomb, visiting the reclusive wizard king, and by the way, feeling what the level of the great arcane of the Nessera is, whether it is as terrifying as the rumors.

Of course, if conditions permit, he also wants to see the artifact "Dead Moon Magic Bead" with his own eyes, provided that this treasure is returned to the hands of the person who created it.

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