Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 206 Sinkholes and War

The magic power of a level 4 paladin remains unchanged, but the number of spells that can be prepared has increased to 5.

Even with 20 points in the Holy Healing Energy Pool, it can only provide temporary relief.

However, he doesn't plan to level up his Paladin and Mage anytime soon. Leveling up by 5 requires 7600 experience points, and with double experience and two part-time jobs, it's simply too much for him.

The best option is to go all out to reach the higher class rank!
Back in the wheelhouse, Lin Qiancheng focused on steering the boat.

Blatt and the others were gathered at the compound eye, looking down at the continent of Faerûn with great interest; such a view was quite rare.

When Anser came out, Blatt asked to borrow the "Hyper-View" from him. The group pointed down and discussed the local customs and culture.

Time passed quietly.

As the sun sets in the west, its golden afterglow spills across the sea of ​​fallen stars, filling one with a warm and abundant feeling.

Salian suddenly pointed downwards, his face filled with shock: "What's that over there?"

"A sinkhole?" Blatt shifted his gaze, his expression changing drastically.

Anser stood up and looked down, following the gazes of the others.

On the distant continent, a huge black hole appeared, its edges jagged and its interior pitch black, like nothingness, standing out conspicuously under the glow of the setting sun.

He took the "Super Vision" handed to him by Blatt and examined it repeatedly, confirming that it was indeed a sinkhole, far larger than the giant sinkhole at Baldur's Gate.

"What is that place?"

"Zambia, a nation of commerce." Lin Qiancheng could also see the situation below, and he had some understanding of the forces surrounding the Fallen Star Sea.

"Has this sinkhole always been here?" Anser asked in surprise.

“Never heard of it,” Lin Qiancheng said in a deep voice.

After the incident at the Magic Network, trade in various regions decreased significantly, and due to the delayed dissemination of information, he was unaware of what had happened.

Anser held the telescope up to his eyes and moved his gaze around, only to find that there was not a single person around this sinkhole, which was several times larger than Baldur's Gate. It was desolate and empty, with no monsters or surface creatures.

'Falling into Avernus…' He inexplicably recalled the accident that happened more than two hundred years ago.

The holy city of Eltoril has fallen, dragged into the nine layers of hell, and forced to participate in a bloody battle.

"What was that place originally?" he asked Lin Qiancheng.

"I'm not sure, but it doesn't look too far from the capital, Odulin." Lin Qiancheng shook his head slightly.

He spent most of his time on the eastern coast of the Falling Star Sea and had little knowledge of the inner cities of Zambia.

"Keep a little away, don't get too close," Anser instructed.

"it is good."

The Dragonfly ship slightly adjusted its course, moving away from the northern shore of the Falling Star Sea, and once again increased its flight altitude.

At an altitude of nearly 10,000 meters, not even birds can be seen, and few magical creatures fly at this altitude, since there is no prey, the air is thin, and the environment is very poor.

Until the afternoon of the following day, the Dragonfly did not encounter any attacks, only some bumps and swaying.

Blatt and the others have returned to Holreven. Salian and Finn stayed behind; they helped with the night shift and chatted with Anser.

Anser took over piloting the Dragonfly Ship from Lin Qiancheng early in the morning. Lin Qiancheng hadn't rested for half a day and a night and was extremely tired. He wasn't a capitalist, so how could he exploit others like this? Piloting a magic ship was completely different from driving a car in his previous life. It was guided by the mind and driven by magic. Occasionally losing focus didn't matter; the ship moved according to the mind's will with very low latency.

This is also directly related to the strength and magical control ability of the magic driver. The Dragonfly Ship under his control is more agile and stable than when Lin Qiancheng drives it, and its speed is also slightly faster.

"Is that Longhu Lake down there?" Salian put down his binoculars and turned to ask.

"Probably." Anser was in a good mood.

Their journey is already halfway complete. It's only about 1,000 kilometers from Longhu to Dulag. If all goes well, they should be able to reach their destination before noon tomorrow.

“The northern shore of Dragon Lake should be Cormir, and to the northwest is the Stormhorn Mountains…” Salian deduced, his tone serious.

Anser noticed something was wrong with his voice and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"A war is taking place at the border between the Stormhorn Mountains and Cormir. One side is flying Cormir's banner, and the other side consists of orcs, goblins, and gnolls. Each side has mobilized thousands of people, and the battle is fierce..." Salian described.

Today, the sky is cloudless, and the "Super Vision" can see more than 50 kilometers away during the day. The effect is not affected at all at an altitude of several thousand meters. The two sides in the war seem to be right in front of you, and even the canine teeth and saliva of the jackals are clearly visible.

Cormier's main force is the renowned Purple Dragon Legion, which is exceptionally powerful. It is said that the warrior subclass Purple Dragon Knight originally came from Cormier.

Anser listened intently, remaining silent for a long time.

Along the way, almost no region was peaceful; battles of all sizes were commonplace, including internal strife, but more often than not, they were racial conflicts.

After various unexpected disasters, there was no such thing as overcoming difficulties together; the primary means for everyone to resolve internal and resource conflicts was to launch external wars.

“The situation is worse than I imagined. I wonder how those old buddies are doing.” Salian withdrew his gaze, staring blankly to the northwest, in the direction of Paros City.

It is said that Baldur's Gate has already been conquered by subterranean creatures, and if these creatures continue to expand, the northern city of Paros will surely be the first to fall.

"Don't be so pessimistic. The number of underground creatures is far less than that of surface creatures. Taking over Baldur's Gate is already quite an achievement," Anser comforted him.

He felt that the three dukes were not so easily killed; perhaps they were recruiting soldiers or seeking support in some city, preparing to retake Baldur's Gate.

“I hope you’re right,” Salian sighed.
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The next morning, a vast, dense primeval forest came into view.

Lin Qiancheng controlled the Dragonfly ship to descend to an altitude of about three thousand meters, so as to make it easier to observe the situation below.

"That must be the Forest of Sharp Teeth?" he guessed.

“Yes.” Anser set up his binoculars and immediately spotted the colorful little hill covered with fruit trees and flowers, and a castle was nestled on it.

The castle walls are painted with colorful murals, giving it a cheerful and lively appearance.

"It's been a few days. I wonder if Elise has missed me? She probably has." A warm smile unconsciously bloomed on his lips.

To be honest, it felt good to be remembered; it gave him a long-lost sense of belonging.

At this moment, Lin Qiancheng pointed to the sky above the Dragonfly ship and said urgently, "Something's wrong, what's up there?"

Anser looked up and saw a dozen black dots swirling rapidly above the Sharp Tooth Forest.

He set up his binoculars and saw the figures of several dragons, with half-dragon creatures sitting on them, their green scales reflecting a metallic gleam.

At the same time, the dragons also spotted the Dragonfly Ship. After hesitating for a moment, a dozen or so dragons collectively changed direction and rushed towards this side in a scattered formation.

(End of this chapter)