Faern, North, Netheril.

In the arcane city that belongs to Eorem, at this moment, the city is filled with a strange atmosphere that has never been seen before.

Under the light of the morning light, you can see arcanists in robes gathered together, discussing something enthusiastically, most of them with excitement on their faces, but those ordinary people who are not arcanists, Looking at the faces of the Arcanists were full of worried expressions.

Neriel's caster ratio is half that of Alphatiya.

But this is still a high percentage.

Among the ten people, there is probably one person who has a good talent for casting spells and becomes a respected arcanist. Even if he cannot become an arcanist, thanks to the existence of the magic net, he only needs a slight sense of elemental energy. , you can unleash some of the lowest arcane tricks, half of the Netherese use simple tricks.

However, only Arcanists are true spellcasters.

Can do some simple tricks, and can only be ordinary people in Netheril.

At this moment, although the floating city of Eorem has not yet lifted off, its news has spread all over Netheril, attracting a large number of arcanists to come to see the face of the floating city.

In Eorem's vision, the floating city is a city belonging to an arcanist, a pure place to study arcane arts.

This also means... Floating City only welcomes Arcanists.

It is very difficult for ordinary people in Netheril to obtain the qualification to enter the floating city.

Of course, it is still uncertain whether the first floating city can be lifted into the air, but if it can be successful, the citizens of Netheril who cannot enter the floating city will lose the protection of the arcanist, above the earth. Their lives will be more difficult than before, and many ordinary people are worried about this.

In the bizarre atmosphere of polarization, time passed quietly.

After a few minutes.

In the golden dawn, a silvery white color appeared from far to near.

Amid the roaring wind, the silver-white color became clearer and clearer, and the figure that was still far away just now became clear in a few blinks of an eye.

Under the light of the morning light, a faint golden light appeared on the silver dragon's body. The gold and silver were intertwined and gleaming, exuding a luxurious and noble temperament, making it difficult to take your eyes off.

call!

The figure of the legendary dragon obscured the sky and the sun, setting off a gust of wind that covered the Arcane City.

The broad wingspan blocked the strong sunlight, leaving a flash of deep dragon shadows on the city streets below. Countless Netheril people looked up at the sky and looked at the silver dragon with fear and awe. .

"I heard that Lord Eorem has a legendary dragon friend."

"It looks real now."

Some Netherese whispered.

"Who do you think is more powerful, Lord Eorem or this legendary dragon?"

"Lord Eorem is a great arcanist, of course, Lord Eorem is powerful."

"I, I think so too, but this dragon is so big, he seems to be able to smash the tallest mage tower in the city with one paw."

Jialong restrained his dragon might.

As a guest, it would be bad to scare the people here in Eorem to death.

A few seconds later, a towering mage tower appeared in Garen's field of vision. The whole body of this towering minaret was made of magic stone. Countless arcane runes floated on the stone gray surface. There is a dazzling elemental aura in the caster's eyes.

Gallen has seen this mage tower.

It was at the top of this mage tower that Eorem called him once in the early days of the saint's coming.

This is Eorem's mage tower and his daily residence.

This great arcanist is alone and has no descendants. His former relatives and parents have died in the erosion of time. Eorem has almost always stayed in the mage tower to conduct his own research. He is very obsessed with arcane magic. scholars.

At this moment, at the top of the mage tower, a figure wearing a plain grey robe stood upright.

There are many arcane enchantments with warning effects arranged around the city, and when Gallen approached here, Eorem noticed his arrival.

The silver dragon converged its wings, and the gust of wind stopped.

The sharp dragon claws clasped the top of the mage tower and landed firmly on the top of the tower.

The tower of the tall mage in Eorem is a striking attraction in the city. At this time, the arrival of the super-giant legendary dragon has attracted the attention of almost the entire city, and there are many legendary arcane spells. Masters, the Grand Arcanists of Netheril, many now come to the city of Eorem.

"You came just in time."

Eorem smiled.

His face still looked like an old man, but compared to the first time Galleon saw him, there was no sign of re-aging.

Eorem had already used immortality, and Garen, who also mastered immortality, discovered this.

Not just Eorem.

The nearby Grand Arcanists have used immortality.

Not long after immortality was developed, Eorum taught this spell, and all the great arcans of Netheril were the beneficiaries of immortality.

The silver dragon lowered its eyes, and a huge shadow enveloped the Arcanist.

"Are you ready for the first floating city?"

Garen looked around, his eyes swept across the city.

Compared with the first time he came here, it is more prosperous, and there are traces of arcane magic everywhere, but Garen doesn't think this city can fly, and its changes are not very big.

Noticing Gallen's gaze, Eorem shook his head and said, "It's just a prototype frame."

"The carrier of the floating city is other, not the existing city."

"The city can't fly."

Letting a human city take root on the earth will only lead to the collapse of the city, and the city where ordinary people and arcanists are mixed is too big to support the current core of the magic net. This kind of super-large floating city, the floating city only welcomes the Arcanist not only the idea of Eorem, but also the status quo.

Eorem explained briefly.

Immediately, the great arcanist looked at Garen with a strange gaze, thought for a while, looked at the sun that had just risen in the east, and said, "I've heard a lot about the Imaskar Empire."

After a pause, he continued: "Some people said that a terrifying silver dragon broke through the guards of the Magical Arms Corps."

"He destroyed the important creation used by the Imaskar Empire to deceive the eyes and ears of the gods, and then escaped the pursuit of the demigod machinery."

"This dragon can be said to have indirectly led to the demise of the Eastern Magical Tool Empire."

The Imaskar Empire was destroyed, but there are still a small number of Imaskar people in Faerun Continent who survived. These are basically people who survived the destruction of the gods, and the saints did not hunt them down. Kind and generous let them escape the Eastern Continent.

Among these people, there are artificers who guard the pyramid, and they have seen the power of time of Garen.

The thing about the Dragon of Time was just passed on.

After leaving the Imaskar Empire and making contact with other biological races, the war between the empire and the gods and saints aroused the attention of the entire continent. Inevitably, intelligent creatures asked the cause and effect of the destruction of the Imaskar Empire. Most of the artificers kept their mouths shut. Not to mention, but there are also a few people who are full of grievances and need to vent.

However, after seeing the great power of the gods and saints, these people did not dare to speak ill of the saints behind their backs.

The saints are still active.

Therefore, these artificers brought the root cause of the destruction of the Imaskar Empire to Garen.

They need a target of hatred, because they were cast psychological shadows by the saints, their confidence in the empire collapsed, and they deceived themselves and changed the target of hatred to Garen.

Garen didn't know that he now has some more nicknames in Faerun Continent.

Dragon of Time.

The Terminator of the Artifact Empire.

Calamity Silver Wing.

Eorem's eyes fell on Garon's silver scales, and he said in a strange tone: "They are all dragons. I think you know this dragon."

The old man obviously guessed that it was Garen. After all, the silver dragon is still quite powerful. There are really few in Faerun, and when Garen first came to Faerun, he asked Io. Rem's news about the Artifact Empire.

"Don't go around in circles, I did it."

Garon said frankly.

Eorem's face was 'shocked': "It turned out to be you."

Galleon:

"You already guessed it."

"Stop pretending."

Garon ruthlessly exposes Eorem's sloppy acting.

Eorem scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

After a few seconds, he asked curiously, "What are you doing? I remember that when I first met you, you were inquiring about the Imaskar Empire."

Jialongyi said in a simple and horrified manner: "It's just because of some personal grudges."

Eorem nodded and did not continue to ask.

He sighed: "For such a big empire, it is said that it has a history of more than 6,000 years, but now it will be destroyed if it is destroyed. It is really an impermanent fate."

The Great Arcanist looked at Garen and said, "However, you are really good enough."

"It can actually destroy a magical empire that is at its peak."

Gallen was not happy.

It was as if he had pitted the Imaskar Empire for his own selfish interests. He just accelerated the destined fate of the Imaskar Empire a little bit. After all, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

"Let me clarify, the demise of the Imaskar Empire is self-inflicted."

"It ended the same with or without me."

Eorem nodded again and again and said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, I believe your words."

Others don't know the future direction, they only know that it is indeed Galleon who destroyed the contraption pyramid and attracted the saints to come, so they are sure that Galleon is one of the roots that led to the destruction of the empire.

Jialong stretched his dragon wings and didn't take this matter to heart.

If the surviving Imaskars see him as the target of revenge, Garen would welcome it.

Afterwards, Garon and Eorem began to chat about some topics of spells and arcane magic. At that moment, Eorem stopped discussing with Gallen and said, "It's almost time."

He pointed to the lift-off of the first floating city.

"Netheril's first floating city will rise tonight, floating in the wind and clouds."

"I'll wait and see," Garen said.

Next, Eorem flew towards a mountain range in the south in the package of spell brilliance.

One after another, silhouettes with elemental auras flashed behind them.

All the Arcanists who were attracted by the news of the floating city.

As for ordinary people... If there is no arcanist to carry, they can only stay in the city and watch the arcanists leave.

Garen also wanted to take a look at the floating city.

If nothing else, the glorious Netheril Empire will have majestic floating cities in the future, which is the foundation of their empire.

Witnessing the progress of history, the rise and fall of civilization, is what he loves.

Soon, the arcanists and dragons arrived at their destination.

Nether Mountains.

This is the largest mountain range in Netheril. It is directly named after the word Netheril. Among them, there are mountains of thousands of meters, rolling hills and dense forests.

There is now a trace of doubt in the hearts of many Arcanists.

What did Eorem bring them into this mountain range?

Could it be that the floating city is now built among the mountains... Many arcanists thought to themselves.

However, this question was quickly answered.

After flying for another ten minutes, Eorem stopped.

A mountain roughly three thousand meters long appeared in Kanon's field of vision.

The shape of this mountain is rather special.

It is not as rugged and steep as other high mountains, and has a conical shape as a whole, with a huge perimeter at the bottom, covering hundreds of kilometers.

"What about the floating city?"

Kanon looked around and asked.

He didn't see any trace of the city.

Eorem looked proud, pointed to the nearest mountain, and said, "This is it."

Garen was slightly startled.

The Arcanists behind Eorem and the silver dragon were also stunned.

"Stop joking about referring to a mountain as a city, where is it?"

Eorem looked at the mountain, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm not kidding, this is the carrier of the floating city I chose."

While speaking, the Grand Arcanist lowered his height under the gaze of everyone and fell to the bottom of the mountain.

at the same time.

The magic net began to vibrate violently.

Countless elemental energies began to converge towards Eorem's body. It was night now, but the countless elemental lights illuminated the place like day.

In Eorem's obscure and solemn incantation, Garen could clearly feel that the magic net was overwhelmed.

Ka Ka Ka ...... There was a large-scale rupture of the magic net.

This means that Eorem is using spells of more than 9th level, otherwise it will not cause such pressure on the magic net.

But as always, the moment the magic net breaks, there is a strange energy to repair it - the goddess of magic, this **** has been repairing the magic net silently, and it can be said that she is conscientious.

As time passed, the elemental light that filled the sky fell on Eorem's right hand.

The light covered his palm, forming a dazzling palm knife.

"It feels so dangerous."

Garon looked at Eorem's dazzling palm blade, and felt a very dangerous aura from it.

This Great Arcanist is getting stronger and stronger~www.mtlnovel.com~ soon.

Under the gaze of one after another, Eorem raised his palm solemnly, and then waved cleanly at the bottom of the thousands of meters of high mountain.

Eleventh Ring Legendary Arcane - Mountain Slashing.

This is a destructive and powerful spell developed on the basis of the ten-ring collapse technique. It has the fierce power that can easily cut off thousands of meters of mountains from the bottom, and can be used for battle.

The moment Eorem chopped off his palm.

laugh!

It seemed that a straight and sharp brilliance flashed by, passing over the bottom of the mountain and extending to the edge of the sky.

After a moment, there was no movement.

Eorem put away his palm with a tired expression on his face.

Just at this time.

A strong night wind blew through, and the rows of stout trees around the mountains first swayed slightly, and then in the rumbling sound of one after another, they started to fall invariably, splashing a lot of diffused dust, in the thick and sturdy. Where the tree breaks, a sharp and smooth cut can be seen.

And......the dense forest surrounding the bottom of the mountain, all showed signs of fracture.

The mountain itself looks unchanged from before.

But Garen knew that the large-scale connection between this mountain and the ground had been cut off neatly.

"If this spell falls on the enemy, tsk."

Garen lowered his head, looked at Eorem, and felt that he should have a good chat with the Great Arcanist afterwards. He must have developed a lot of powerful arcane spells in the past 20 years.

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I have been addicted to eating melons for the past two days, and I forgot to code, alas.

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