Broad World

High Fort, the mage's tower of the great (mage) mage Tyrantir, Henry lived here for a long time and received a systematic mage education. It can be said that without High Fort, he would not have achieved what he is today. Here is the foundation of everything, a place full of emotions and memories.

However, due to the raids of the dark elves, the scorched walls and gates looked a bit dilapidated, and the owner was temporarily absent, so they had become a place for animals to hide from the wind and snow.

Squirrel, pheasant, rabbit, fox, mink...

Countless little guys built their nests in the corners or under the eaves. Because the castle was constantly absorbing magic elements, the temperature here was a little higher than other places, and it was an ideal habitat to avoid the cold winter.

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

After leaving the ground, he did not choose to return to Baldur's Gate immediately, but planned to take the dimensional sphere parked here back along the way.

Although the value and function of the dimensional sphere dropped sharply after the floating city was put into construction, it is equivalent to a mage tower that can be moved at any time, and the internal facilities are complete. The most important thing is that it can travel between planes at any time. Explore other worlds on your own with the most ideal means of transportation.

When he came to the open space not far from the side of the castle, Henry whispered a spell, followed by the giant metal sphere with a diameter of more than 100 meters, which was completely exposed, and looked as intact as before.

Just when he was about to connect the internal control center and open the entrance on the metal surface, he suddenly found that there was already an opening on the right side. Judging from the thick snow near the door, the intruder probably entered the interior several days ago.

"Damn thief, I hope nothing important is missing in there."

After Henry cursed in a low voice, he immediately blessed himself with protective magic, and walked into the entrance with a gloomy expression, holding the staff of the Archmage. He swore that if the thief inside hadn't left yet, let him taste the wrath of the legendary spellcaster. Perhaps it would be a good idea to curse him with "limited wishes" for his life's bad luck.

Of course, the specific method depends on the purpose and degree of evil of the illegal intruder. If only to make some money. Then there is no need to go to war, just a little punishment. If it is a cruel and ruthless desperado, then there is no doubt that he must be killed directly, anyway, it is a disaster to keep such a person.

As soon as he entered the interior of the sphere, Henry immediately heard a sound of chickens and dogs jumping from the direction of the laboratory, and the patrolling golem seemed to be chasing the intruder.

"Ha! It turns out I haven't had time to leave yet. Just in time, let me see who you are, who is able to undo the protection I set up." He quickened his pace, and it didn't take long before he arrived at the place on the west side of the sphere. In the side room, I saw a shocking scene before I got close.

I saw the three-meter-tall guard golem waving its thick arms. Smash everything along the way, including tables, chairs, glass test tubes, and medicine bottles. And the target it's chasing is nothing but a special-looking chicken.

That's right!

This chicken is special because Henry has seen the exact same...

"Hey! Hey! Hen... Henry... Hey! Hey! Hurry up... help me!" The chicken in crisis seemed to see the savior, flapping its short wings desperately and shouting wildly, its white feathers flying around , really answered the idiom - chickens fly and dogs jump...

"Stop attacking intruders! You can enter the standby mode now." Henry hurriedly stopped the golem from chasing chickens, because there are not many chickens that can talk and know him...

The golem that received the new order slowly lowered its arms and responded in a low voice: "Understood! New order. The servant enters standby and gives up expulsion of intruders."

Seeing that the golem stopped chasing, the chicken sat down on the ground as if relieved from a heavy load, panting with its head tilted in a very humane way, and its wings twitched from time to time, showing a completely exhausted look.

Henry suppressed a smile, came to the front and knelt down and asked, "Tell me, Merikan, why did you make yourself like this again? I remember you made a strong promise last time. You will never do that dangerous thing again." Tested."

In fact, he recognized the real identity of the chicken from the first glance, the first apprentice of Tyrantyr, a fanatic obsessed with dangerous experiments, the mage Merikan.

You must know that this guy is not the first time to turn himself into a chicken, and he has had many previous convictions before that. I don't know what he is researching, which can produce such a strong energy aftermath of the transformation system. Creates a permanent shapeshifting effect on itself.

"Hey! Hey! I... I made sufficient preparations this time... So! But this... this damn... So! So! The golem suddenly rushed out and disrupted the experimental procedures... That's why I It ended up like this." Merikan glared at the golem with a pair of corns in his eyes, and the way he gritted his teeth made people want to laugh.

"So if there is no golem to disturb you, you can complete the transformation experiment? Also, why did you break into the sphere? Don't you understand that there must be guards left inside all magic devices?" Henry said with a playful look on his face ask.

He really didn't understand where Merikan's self-confidence came from, that he could still brazenly blame the golem...

But Merikan obviously didn't think so, he shook the feathers on his body and shouted excitedly: "Of course! Of course I can complete the transformation experiment! The energy supply inside this sphere is so abundant, otherwise I wouldn't choose to break in .The teacher closed the Mage Tower before leaving, and that damn Tarling Freeman didn't allow me to use more than 2% of the energy at all."

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

Henry shook his head helplessly, and immediately chanted a spell to dispel the transformation spell on Merikan without saying a word, then patted him on the shoulder and walked straight to the control room.

He didn't want to say more about Merikan's behavior, after all, everyone had their own choice. I can only hope that this guy won't drift away from becoming a chicken again. Maybe in a few decades, legends about the Merican chicken will spread around the Sword Coast.

After simple debugging, Henry found that the entire power system was the same as when he left, and there was no problem at all except that the cross-plane transmission could not be carried out temporarily. He activated the teleportation device without hesitation, only to see a flash of bright light, and the huge sphere instantly disappeared in place.

Merikan, who had returned to normal, looked at the teleported dimensional sphere, sighed helplessly, packed up his luggage and headed south. He obviously didn't give up his intention to continue the experiment. Ready to find a place full of magical energy to start over.

At the same time, on the construction site of the floating city, Borken is directing a large number of mages to cast spells on places that need to be reinforced and enchanted.

As an arcanist left over from the Netheril era, he has put all his energy into it, every rune, every street, every stone pillar, almost all places require excellence, There must be no flaws, and sometimes the entire project section is pushed to rebuild for a small error.

It was this strict vision that ensured the quality of the project. Even the foundation was transformed into the hardest granite through magic rituals. This alone took seven hundred mages for a whole week. Moreover, the gemstones consumed are even more valuable, even Henry, who is rich and powerful, feels a little bit pained.

"Master, should the magic pattern on the east side be copied exactly according to the blueprint? We have already consumed a lot of mithril. If we continue, there may not be enough left." A male assistant in his thirties reminded in a low voice.

Borken glanced at the drawing and frowned and asked, "How long can it last with the current reserves?"

"Five days, we only have five days left in our Mithril reserves." The assistant replied in a straightforward manner.

"Hasn't anyone come to give us supplementary materials these days?" Borken frowned even more when he heard that the Mithril had bottomed out.

The assistant smiled wryly and shook his head: "No. I have already sent someone to urge me, and the queen replied that His Majesty Henry is temporarily absent, so no one can enter the demiplane where the materials are stored."

"Then stop for a while and concentrate on building the control tower at the center. I will personally go there to solve this problem." After speaking, Borken returned the blueprint to the assistant and pressed his forehead hard.

He knows exactly how much it costs to build a floating city. Especially this kind of construction starting from the foundation, followed by enchanting layer by layer, the sturdiness is strong enough, but the terrifying consumption is definitely enough to make most legendary mages go bankrupt.

You must know that the great arcanists in the period of Netheril did not dare to be so picky. They just cut off a mountain and turned it over with magic. Only powerful and wealthy grand arcanists like Karthus, Lavok, and Iolum can afford it.

But Henry's thinking is obviously a little different from that of the native residents on the continent of Faerun. It has always been based on the principle of not creating, but to create the best, otherwise it will be more troublesome to upgrade in the future, so I decided to go bankrupt and do it in one step.

For such a plan, Borken, of course, agreed with both hands and feet. He originally wanted to restore the glory of magic civilization. So how can you dislike the perfection of the floating city that was built...

Looking at the huge city that has already taken shape, Borken showed a faint smile on his face. Just when he was imagining the majestic posture of the city after it flew up, there was a deafening air explosion in the air.

"boom!"

A metal sphere with a diameter of more than 100 meters appeared on the construction site out of thin air, and instantly knocked the human workers out of their wits, screaming and running away.

The mages who were enchanting also stopped their work and immediately entered a state of alert. Even the multi-armed giant who was carrying the stone was staring at the ball nervously, as long as he gave an order, he could immediately go into battle.

"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 have attended the coronation ceremony, and I will never admit it wrong."

"real?!"

"By gods! Truly a king!"

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

"Thank you Your Majesty for exempting us from taxes!"

... (to be continued ~^~)