Broad World

The floating city, one of the ultimate creations of spellcasters in the history of Faerun, fully embodies the point of view that arcanists have always expounded-magic is omnipotent. It not only makes the entire city fly high into the sky, but also is a A terrifying weapon, enough to make most of the cities on the main plane disappear from the map in an instant.

Back then, when the great arcanist Iolum brought a Mythra Core to level the mountain peaks, he probably would never have imagined what kind of era he had opened. With the establishment of floating cities, Netheril entered A period of unprecedented prosperity.

At that time, no matter whether it was a giant dragon soaring in the sky or an invincible giant on the ground, they would all prostrate at the feet of the great arcanist. What's more, a special organization - the Zasman sect was born.

They somehow deciphered part of the mysteries of the gods, and through the self-sacrifice of thirty-nine members created a dagger, a terrible weapon that could ignore divinity and divine power.

Obviously, the purpose of making this artifact is to kill the gods. They believe that mortals can use violence to overthrow the gods, but in the end it attracted the wrath of the ancient death god Jergal, and all the members mysteriously disappeared overnight. The name of that dagger has been handed down—the Zasman dagger, one of the few weapons in Faerun that can kill gods.

Henry has consulted a lot of information about the era of Netheril, and at the same time deduced how terrible the magic development was at that time. Maybe in another one or two thousand years, they can really completely overthrow the theocracy and establish a world that is dominated by mortals. dominant civilization.

It was precisely because of this that he was particularly afraid of the City of Shadows. In order not to irritate the other party, he didn't even touch the spies in the city, and waited silently for the completion of the construction of his own fake floating city.

You must know that according to the original plan, he planned to wait two years after the plot started. Then follow the disciples of the dwarf master Jogan to find the well-preserved floating city hidden in the Ernook Desert. However, due to the imminent threat of the city of ghosts, he was forced to build a fake version of scaring people first.

After all, nuclear power is not Mythra's core, it can absorb energy from the magic net endlessly, although the current reserve is 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, God knows where it can still Find similar high-efficiency energy sources.

Just as Henry was thinking, there was a sudden burst of violent cheers from the Colosseum, and he hurried back to watch. It turned out that an orc hunter from a primitive tribe burst out with a strong will to survive before he died, and stabbed three members of the pro-guards to death with a spear in his hand.

Fighting back to the death, the scene that all the audience like to see, even Fugner couldn't help standing up and whispering: "He is really a powerful fighter. If it was a few months ago, I would be very happy to end and give him the glory of death. "

"Hehe! I don't think you are the opponent of the hunter off the field. What's more, the reason why he is so brave is not because he wants to face death, but because he intends to continue living." Henry also glanced at the other party. The protruding belly became more and more obvious, and there was a playful smile on his face.

As he had predicted, the orc ruling class had degenerated rapidly, from warriors to hedonists in just a few months. This change has even spread to some soul shamans. Now even if the orc lord descends to earth, they may not be able to influence this group of guys who are keen on pleasure.

Not only was Fugner not angry about his monarch's ridicule. Instead, they laughed together: "Haha! You're right, it's all due to those damn chefs, they make the food so delicious, maybe it won't be long before I become the fattest orc ever."

Henry shook his head with a smile after hearing this sentence: "Oh...my viscount, you can't blame the chef for your fat gain. Listen to me, do more exercise, it will not only make you live longer, And you can still maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness. I don't want to see you weighing more than 200 kilograms one day."

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

Just as the two were talking, the duel field 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. Blood and viscera were scattered everywhere, giving the audience a great sensory stimulation.

The winning party stepped on the corpse of the loser and raised its hands to salute the auditorium. The fanatical audience also waved their arms and shouted loudly, as if venting the tyrannical emotions hidden in their hearts.

Henry discovered that it wasn't just orcs who came to watch the show, more than one-third of them were actually humans. And many of them are business travelers from the past, and some are slave traders from Luskan. They all had strange expressions, neither as if they were watching a performance, nor as if they were participating in gambling, which made people feel very weird.

Fugner's own king had a puzzled expression on his face, 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 them to train The gladiators are playing, but the price has not yet been negotiated."

"Oh? So this Colosseum dedicated to the Son of Slaughter can make a lot of money?" Henry asked, rubbing his chin. It was the first time he discovered that this primitive and barbaric sport was so lucrative that even wealthy slave traders seemed to have a hand in it.

"That's right, dueling is not an entertainment that the poor can afford. The entrance fee for each person is five silver coins, and the closer the seat is, the more expensive it is. Adding in gambling and selling slaves with professional grades, you can earn almost a day. Seven or eight hundred gold coins, but half of it will be donated to the temple, so overall it’s not bad.” Fugner cheerfully explained the income.

After hearing the operating system of the arena, Henry was taken aback: "You came up with this?!"

Even if he was beaten to death, he would not believe that the complicated profit model was created by a simple-minded orc, and there must be a guy who is proficient in business behind it.

"Hey! You should know that I don't have these fancy intestines. It was all thought up by a down-and-out businessman. His name is Bill. When he was doing business, he accidentally broke into the territory of the ogre, and he almost became the other party's dinner. Fortunately, we found it early and fished him out of the pot. In order to repay his life-saving grace, he swore to serve me for five years, a very good human being, and I like his clever brain."

Speaking of which, Fugner pointed to a middle-aged man standing below the Colosseum: "That's him. I have been appointed as the supervisor here, responsible for the operation of the entire Colosseum."

Henry squinted his eyes and took a look at the person's skin color and face, and nodded slightly: "A typical Calimshanian, no wonder he is so familiar with the operation mode of the Colosseum. You'd better be careful, generally engaged in this kind of industry The identities of people will not be too simple."

"It doesn't matter, he can't escape from my palm within a few kilometers of Weywood City. Not to mention there is a mage tower in the city." Fugner said confidently, stroking his short beard.

"Don't be careless, I suspect that he may have some connection with the Thieves Guild in the south. Speaking of the Mage Tower, I have one more thing to inform you. Alan has been sent to this city by me, and he will live here for the next two years. Accept the training, and don't tell anyone else." When Henry spoke, his voice was very low, except for the two, even the orc warriors guarding the door could not hear clearly.

a bolt from the blue!

This news made Fugner stunned in an instant, and it took two minutes for him to come back to his senses: "You...you mean...the crown prince is here now?!!"

Henry nodded with a meaningful smile: "That's right, young eagles must accept the baptism of the storm to grow. Only such a harsh environment can create a tenacious character. Try to cooperate with Sarah Brightman's actions, I will let Alan is here to go through pain, betrayal and frustration until he understands the world as it really is."

"You are really a lunatic..." Fugner took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

"Crazy?" Henry laughed self-deprecatingly. "Maybe! It's better to endure hardship now than die later. I'll leave it to you here. I still have some business to go to the mountains to the west."

"To the west? There is nothing there except the Roaring Troll Forest and the Troll Mountain." Fugner said with a puzzled face.

"Hehe, that's just for ordinary people. In 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 Netheril era - Lavok. I have something to confirm. Just a moment." Henry stood up and activated the teleportation magic, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, just like when he came.

Fugner sat on the chair in a daze for a long time, and then his whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Eyes full of fear.

Now he finally understands why Henry didn't allow the orcs to get close to the Warlock's Tomb. It turned out that it was the lair of a terrible lich.

horrible!

horrible!

As an orc living in the high wasteland, he had heard of the magic plague that broke out in the area of ​​Baldur's Gate in the early years, which caused the death of millions of people. It was not that Lavok spread it on purpose, but It was accidentally brought out by some intruders. Such an astonishing lethality is beyond the reach of the goddess of poison and disease—Talona.

How can such an undead spellcaster make people not afraid?

Fugner didn't pee his pants in fright on the spot, so he was determined. You must know that mentioning this name at Baldur's Gate can instantly clean the streets, and it can cause panic and riots on a large scale in minutes.

But none of this had anything to do with Henry. He had already arrived at the foot of the mountain, and was about to start searching for the location of the Warlock's Tomb and visit the reclusive King of Wizards. By the way, let's experience the level of great arcane art in the era of Netheril, and whether it is as terrifying as rumored.

certainly. If conditions permit, he also wants to see the artifact "Death Moon Orb" with his own eyes, provided that this treasure returns to the hands of its creator.

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