Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 87, The War of Civilizations, Begins!
At this moment, the dice spun slightly, and a new piece of information suddenly appeared under the item's attributes.

"Break the Curse": A magical abode, the soul of a dragon slayer or thief, cleansed or soaked in the blood of a true dragon, sacrificed to the dragon god Bahamut or Tiamat, or the treasure becomes part of another dragon's treasury.

'Huh, the dice have evolved?' Anser was somewhat surprised.

He had previously appraised cursed magical items, but had no way to break the curse. It seems that the dice have also changed after he advanced to an elite professional.

There are many ways to break the curse, but each one is more demanding than the last. Sacrifice sounds simple, but he doesn't understand rituals, and in the current environment, whether he can even contact the Dragon God is still a big problem.

'Would my blood work?'

After hesitating for a moment, Anser ran into the kitchen, closed the door, took out a wooden bowl, and pierced his wrist with a fine gold dagger. The faintly glowing blood slowly flowed out, filling the bowl intermittently.

I feel okay.

But he felt that his blood was at most equivalent to that of a fledgling dragon, and the amount was far from enough, so he thought about it and injected two more points of super magic power into it.

'This is a natural source of magic born from the bloodline of the dragon race; it should be useful.'

Before the magic dissipated, he smoothly placed the bowl into his pocket, then moved the fist-sized elemental orb and soaked it in the blood.

A layer of magical light emanated from the elemental orb, flickering intermittently.

"It's feasible, but it seems a bit off." Anser's spirits lifted.

He hardened his heart, drained another bowl of blood, poured in all five points of super magic power he had just recovered, and then put it back into the dragon skin bag.

This time the effect was remarkable. The elemental orb trembled slightly, then quickly calmed down, and the word "curse" disappeared from its attribute information.

Anser activated the dragon skin pouch, took out the blood bowl and the elemental orb, used magic to burn the blood and the wooden bowl, and held the elemental orb, grinning silently.

Knowledge is wealth! If that shaman had known this method, he probably would have already embarked on the path of dragon hunting.

'That's not right either; I might never see the Green Swamp Tribe again.'

Being a dragon slayer is no easy task, especially when it comes to real dragons.

Hatchlings don't leave their parents, and are those professionals who can hunt young and adult dragons really willing to offend the dragon race for a few magical items?
This is a kingdom ruled by dragons; killing one will attract a whole horde.

It is said that the Green Dragon Queen Viretra had many husbands and several children. Although she no longer has children, her offspring are still being born.

This is the "mission" of the True Dragon Clan. If they want freedom, they must at least have one child; otherwise, how can they maintain their rule?

Anser tucked the magic ball into his pocket, pushed open the door, and left the kitchen.

The Giant Tail is back and is having a great time chatting with the Green Dragonborn.

"What's wrong?" Salian looked at Anser's pale face, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity.

"It's nothing," Anser replied with a smile.

Although I lost some blood, it's not a big problem. I'll recover after a good night's sleep and some food.

“I remember there was a tall and spacious storeroom at the bow of the ship. Let’s clean it up and let Giant Tail live there.” He felt he couldn’t treat this treasure-delivering boy unfairly.

“That’s what I was thinking too, and I’ve already had it cleaned up.” Salian thought that Anser wanted to separate the giant tail from the crew’s quarters, and suddenly felt that the two of them were becoming more and more in sync, their thoughts once again coinciding.

“Okay.” Anser walked over to Giant Tail and patted him on the shoulder. “Get to know everyone. We’re leaving tomorrow.”

"I like it here." The giant tail opened its rather frighteningly large mouth, reeking of alcohol.

In the Emerald Kingdom, the various races were always at war with each other, and it was rare to see such harmonious coexistence among multiple races as on the ship, which made him feel particularly relaxed.

In the tribe, he was the pillar, bearing the burden of the entire tribe's survival. But here, he was just an ordinary sailor, with a powerful leader above him, so he didn't need to worry about so much.

As night fell, the halfling chef began preparing dinner.

Although the lizardmen possess primal magic and have forged a powerful connection with the earth elemental plane, they are still essentially flesh and blood, love to eat meat, and have a huge appetite.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of meat on the ship for the time being, which was enough to feed him.

Anser ate a little something and returned to his cabin alone to meditate.

He has now synchronized three magical items: the Mana Storage Ring, the Butterfly Cloak, and the True Sight Ring. To use the Elemental Orb, he must give up one of them.

After much deliberation, he decided to remove his mana-storage ring. Losing one fireball and one scorching ray wouldn't be a big deal, but without defensive equipment, he felt uneasy. 'The lizardmen seem to have some connection to the earth elemental plane; I'll ask them tomorrow if they have any earth elemental essence.'
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The golden sunlight shone on the earth, and the lake surface shimmered, making it very beautiful.

The wind wasn't strong today, but the sails still billowed, and the [Quesser] moved smoothly through the water, drifting like a boat.

Anser stood at the bow of the ship, facing the wind. A silver, hollow metal sphere gently rotated around him, with a red light inside leaving a faint afterimage in the air, which was somewhat eye-catching.

"Did that shaman give this to you?" Salian frowned, puzzled.

“Yes,” Anser mumbled.

“That doesn’t make sense. What are they after?” Salian pondered, his eyes filled with thought. Based on his years of experience, he knew there was something fishy going on.

Giant Tail stood aside, looking bewildered. As far as he knew, his tribe did not possess any powerful magical items. Even his shield and hammer were very primitive, their quality relying entirely on the materials used.

Anser asked Giant Tail, and he learned that the Green Swamp tribe had many earth elemental crystal fragments, but there was only one complete essence, which was on the long staff passed down through generations of shamans.

He was somewhat disappointed and had no choice but to give up. Having received so many good things from someone for nothing, it would be shameless to ask for more.

"Prepare for battle—" Salian suddenly shouted.

The crew members were on guard, and even the giant tail grabbed a stick.

Anser looked up and saw many dark green fish-man heads emerging from the distant lake, densely packed, which was a bit eerie.

However, they simply watched the Quesser depart silently, without approaching or showing any intention to attack.

"They're smart enough to know their place." Giant Tail tapped his shield, a new phrase he'd learned from the Green Dragonborn.

Anser and Salian exchanged a glance but remained silent.

The lake was very large, stretching over ten kilometers from north to south. The fairy boat couldn't pick up speed and it took more than two hours to leave.

Then we entered a river. The current was slow, but the river was quite wide, making it easy to navigate.

Around noon, they came across a small town of dragon descendants, built right on the riverbank.

Faced with the unknown forces, the Dragonborn were cautious and rational, and did not launch an attack without cause, but only sent people to follow and monitor from a distance.

Giant Tail served as Salian's guide, but his eyes grew increasingly vacant.

"This river... wait a minute, why is it turning east?"

Salian, with his extensive wilderness survival experience, immediately spotted the problem: "The river has changed course, keep an eye on the riverbank..."

"I'll go up and have a look."

Anser activated the King Butterfly Cloak and flapped his wings as he flew upwards.

Out of caution, he rarely flew high for several days. The sky belonged to dragons and flying creatures, and flying too high could easily cause trouble.

'It would be even better if there were an invisibility spell.'

As he was thinking, he had already flown thousands of meters into the air, the wind whistling. He spread his wings and glided, imitating the posture of the gray eagle next to him. The effect was good, both stable and effortless.

From a high vantage point, the terrain below is laid out before you.

After the merging of the realms, the Emerald Plains became connected to the continent of Faerûn, with the coastline serving as the dividing line.

To the south of the Cloak Forest lies the Claw Peninsula, which resembles a claw piercing into the Sea of ​​Swords. It forms a long, narrow bay between the mainland and the mainland, dotted with numerous towns and once a paradise for smugglers.

And this bay still exists!
The rivers of Emerald Plain meander and extend into this bay, which should now be called an inland lake.

The river flows into the bay from the "fingertip" of the Claw Peninsula, where the renowned Twilight City is located.

However, at this moment, the once bustling port city was filled with smoke and fire, littered with debris, and teeming with figures chasing and fleeing.

Several flying dragons hovered above the city, occasionally swooping down to attack or grabbing people and throwing them down from the sky.

'That's the Green Dragon Queen's dragon guard. The war has begun.' Anser pursed his lips, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

When two completely different civilizations come together, conflict is inevitable, and killing is the most direct and effective way to resolve conflict.

(End of this chapter)