Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 85 The "Merciful" Green Dragon Queen
Anser rubbed his temples, unsure whether the other person was pretending to be clueless or genuinely unaware.

Seeing his expression, the giant tail quickly realized: "This is the Emerald Kingdom in the southern part of the continent of Lalakonde, the territory of the Green Dragon Queen Viretra. She is a benevolent lady who has designated a habitat for each race..."

The Emerald Kingdom is its common name; the official abbreviation is the Kingdom of Dallas Zarisaka. As for the full name, few people can remember it.

Queen Viretra, the Green Dragon, rarely comes out. When something happens, her two adult offspring handle it. The territory is mostly under racial autonomy, as long as they pay tribute with game or gems on a regular basis.

'kindness?'

Anser glanced at the Dinosaur Forest; the Green Dragon Queen was indeed very magnanimous not to turn it into a poisonous fog forest.

"Where did you come from? Can you tell me what happened?" The giant tail pointed to the coastline to the east, where it met the plains, and a hint of expectation could be seen on the lizard's face.

Anser hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "We come from Silverscale Bay. I don't know the specifics of what happened. Perhaps it's some kind of dangerous supernatural phenomenon, so we want to leave here. Do you know how to get out?"

One should always be wary of others; if the lizardmen knew they came from Faerûn, their attitude and behavior would be very unpredictable.

"Go out?" Giant Tail looked bewildered. "I've never left this place. I heard that if you go south along this river, you'll reach the sea. Now... I don't know."

“If we go south along the river, what tribes will we encounter, and will it be safe?” Anser pressed.

The giant tail tilted its head and looked at Anser and Nornos strangely: "If you exercise restraint, those tribes should be safe."

With just two spells, you eliminated the mountain that had been weighing on the lizardmen for ten years. Whether it's safe or not is not for others to decide.

Anser paused, this lizardman didn't seem very bright. He emphasized, "I mean, are there any other dangerous groups like the Dassor barbarians?"

"There are quite a lot. There's a fish-man tribe over there on the other side of the lake. They don't get along with us and won't let us go fishing there. They say all the fish we catch are for the Queen, but actually the Queen doesn't like to eat fish at all."

Further south there's a Dragonborn town. They hate murlocs and aren't very friendly to humans either..." Giant Tail began to speak at length.

Anser stroked his chin, finding it quite amusing.

That green dragon queen was indeed "merciful," deliberately relocating hostile races together to make it easier for them to take revenge. As a result, their hatred deepened, leaving them with no energy for anything else.

What language do you primarily use to communicate?

"Common language, dragon language, primordial language..." Giant Tail answered all questions without reservation.

Anser had the giant tail speak a few words of the common language, only to find that the so-called common language was not "common" at all, and he couldn't understand it at all.

His mind raced, and he looked at the giant tail with a smile: "You were able to destroy your enemies, wasn't it all thanks to me?"

“Yes, yes,” Giant Tail agreed. “Do you want the spoils? I can let you choose first, but not the dinosaurs. They’ll run back to the forest once their owner dies.”

Anser glanced at the dirty and chaotic primitive tribe and couldn't imagine what good things could be inside.

"Give me whatever you want." He waved his hand, his voice softening. "You've been living here for so long, is there anyone in your tribe who wants to go out and see the world? We still have room on our boat, we can take one or two people."

Ideally, he should be fluent in Common Tongue and Dragon Language; knowing other languages ​​would be a plus. Food and lodging will be provided, and I will do my best to ensure his safety.

Giant Tail's eyes widened, and it finally understood the other party's intention: this mage... was recruiting guides.

“Look around you, the world is undergoing earth-shattering changes. Only by embracing change can we have a future. Going out might open up another way out,” Anser advised patiently.

"Uh, I need to go back and ask the shaman," Giant Tail mumbled.

"Then it's settled. I'll wait for you at the edge of the swamp." Anser chuckled and rode away.

Watching the departing figure, Giant Tail took a long time to come back to his senses. Thinking of his people who were still fighting, he pounded his shield and charged towards the battlefield.
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The Quesser is slowly sailing down the river.

Seeing Anser's figure in the distance, Salian finally felt relieved.

This battle was easier than expected. Artillery was a secondary factor; the key was Anser's two fireballs, which secured the victory.

If those weirdos actually manage to get onto the ship, the outcome might not be good.

Nornos let out an excited hiss, leaped lightly onto the deck, and shook his head, looking quite smug.

It's getting more and more into fighting, mainly because it and its owner are always winning.

"Those are lizardmen?" Salian strode over. "Yes, they have a grudge against those beastmen..." Anser dismounted and briefly explained what had just happened.

“The Emerald Kingdom…” Salian’s expression changed slightly. “If, I mean if the magic network is restored, will we be stuck in Abel forever?”

“I don’t know.” Anser shook his head slightly. He hadn’t experienced it and couldn’t predict what would have happened then.

He thought it wouldn't hurt to believe in the goddess of magic now; maybe she'd take a liking to him and just take him away.

"You're looking for a guide because you want to continue south?" Careno asked, looking somewhat nervous.

“It’s not that I want to go south, but that this ship can only go south.” Anser pointed east. “Over there is a vast wasteland. Go north along the coastal road to Baldur’s Gate, and south to Belgoth and Candlekeep.”

"It's not as safe over there as it is here. Monsters roam the land. Without a ship, how far could these crew members go, and where could they go?"

The QUESTER is like a mobile home, providing shelter from the wind and rain, artillery, living quarters, and sufficient supplies, making navigation relatively comfortable.

But on land, how far can you walk on two feet? You'll be exhausted in three days. There's no shelter, you live in constant fear, and you lack food and water. You can imagine how difficult the living conditions are.

“What if Candleburg isn’t here?” Kaleno asked, his voice low.

“You said it yourself, it was just a hypothetical.” Anser patted his arm to comfort him.

There are islands and bays outside Candlekeep, where there are bound to be many Faerûn people. Only by concentrating our forces can we resist the racial invasions of Abel, such as the Green Dragons.

“A few kilometers ahead is a large lake, and to the west is a swamp. Where should we wait?” Salian put down his binoculars and looked back at Anser.

"Let's not go into the lake. Let's rest outside for a while. I've heard there are fish-men in the lake. Let's find out what's going on first," Anser thought to himself.

The main role of a guide is not to give directions or negotiate, but to find out the power dynamics in the surrounding area and avoid those who should not be provoked.

“Okay, whatever you say.” Salian waved his hand. “Go and rest.”

“Well, I’ll treat everyone to some chilled beer, come on!” Anser waved his hand.

He returned to the restaurant and asked Blatt to ask the chef for an empty barrel, from which he poured out four gallons of beer from the alchemy pot, equivalent to thirty bottles of beer.

He controlled the power of the freezing rays to chill the beer, giving each person a small glass—no more.

He gulped down a large glass in one go, then burped and let out a comfortable sigh.

It was fine in the forest, but as soon as I came out, I felt unbearably hot. I was sweating after just a few steps. After such a big battle, I felt like something was missing if I didn't have some beer to cool down.

Blatt gulped down a beer, a satisfied expression on his face: "When did you advance to elite spellcaster?"

"In the next couple of days. You know, I'm a warlock."

“I’ve never seen a more outrageous genius than you.” Blatt laughed heartily, as if he were the one who had been promoted.

The crew members chatted and drank, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.

More than an hour later, the USS Quesser anchored at the river mouth.

The lizardman wasn't lying; fishmen would occasionally peek out from the lake, secretly watching the area.

Salian was very nervous, fearing that some murlocs might sneak in and damage the ship.

Fortunately, this situation did not occur until the afternoon. The fishmen are also an intelligent race, and they should have seen what happened to the Dassor tribe, which had some deterrent effect.

As evening approached, two lizardmen ran over from a distance, the one in the lead being none other than the lizardman king, Giant Tail.

He was fully armed, carrying a backpack, and looked somewhat excited.

The other lizardman was somewhat old, holding a long staff, wearing a long robe, and had a resentful expression.

'Weren't they supposed to be negotiating? How come the tribal chief was tricked and ran away?'

(End of this chapter)