Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 98 People from Candle Fortress
Anser opened his eyes, feeling light and strong, and felt fantastic.

Each upgrade is a sublimation of life, giving him a feeling of breaking free from shackles and constraints, and transcending the mundane.

'Extraordinary indeed; strictly speaking, legend is the beginning of the extraordinary.'

After making a remark, he brought up his character card and checked his attributes.

My health reached 54, and coincidentally, my mana was also 54, which allowed me to cast ten fireballs, making me last a little longer.

Charisma 20, Constitution 16, one of which comes from the Carved Dragonscale Amulet, but its effect is different from regular equipment and can be regarded as a natural attribute.

Its armor level is 17, the same as that of a hatchling, but it hardly relies on dodging and focuses on having thick armor.

'This control panel... it's getting more and more luxurious.'

The upgrade experience increased dramatically: 16483/23000. It seems difficult, but it's actually not easy either.

If it weren't for the human city backing him up today, he really wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

However, his leveling speed did not slow down, mainly because the Fireball spell was too powerful, it was simply a great tool for reaping experience.

'I can level up again by taking down a few more dragons.'

Thinking about this, he laughed at himself. Feilong might not be very intelligent, but he had a commander, so it was unlikely that he would make the same mistake twice.

When they come back next time, their lineup will probably be stronger than ever before.

However, now is not a good time to leave. The other side has suffered a great loss and will definitely keep a close eye on me. If I leave the city, I will be hunted down.

With the east side completely barren and no reinforcements or cover, he really wasn't confident of escaping safely in the face of the Flying Dragon Guard's combined attack.

'I'll stay and relax for now. I just received a favor, it wouldn't be right to leave immediately.'

If things go wrong, it's not difficult to disguise yourself and escape by blending into the crowd.

He stood up and noticed a pile of items in the corner of the hut, among which a pair of battle blades stood out conspicuously.

This is the weapon of the half-dragon.

'It looks pretty cool.' He picked it up and examined it closely.

These are a pair of single-edged swords, or you could call them knives, but the professionals in Faerûn generally refer to them as swords.

The dice spun slightly, and their information was quickly detected.

【Dragon Gold Slashing Sword】, made by dwarves, rare quality, +2 magic weapon, which means attack roll +2 and damage roll +2.

In practice, this translates to faster slashing speed, greater armor penetration, and stronger lethality.

In addition, they have self-repairing properties; once damaged, they can be restored to their original state by placing them in a treasure chest full of gold coins.

This thing is incredibly valuable, even comparable to rare and high-quality magical weapons.

'Keep it for now.' Anser was secretly delighted.

Since we're planning to build a faction, we need to keep some scarce resources. Maybe these two knives will be enough to lure a few elite professionals.

The half-dragon's armor is also good; it's plate armor, a rare quality, but it lacks a helmet and boots and is partially damaged, requiring repair and resizing before it can be used.

The last item is the [Featherfall Ring], a rare item with only one effect: it allows you to fall slowly without taking damage.

It sounds unbelievable that it can reach rare quality just by having the Featherfall effect, but it is indeed a hot commodity that all warrior-type professions want.

Before the Magic Network incident, these kinds of items weren't expensive. Many ordinary quality magical items came with the Featherfall spell, such as Featherfall Coins.

After the Magic Network was damaged, many magical items that required active spellcasting became ineffective, making these items even more valuable.

'Three rare-quality magical items, not bad.'

Rare quality items are high-end goods that only elite professionals can access, and exceptional quality items are so rare that they are difficult to obtain without luck and financial resources.

Anser put his things aside, got up and left Leomon's hut.

Blatt hasn't returned yet; Finn is waiting outside.

A large crowd had gathered in a corner of the city wall dozens of meters away, and the silhouette of the giant tail could be vaguely seen.

“He and Sandray are skinning and bleeding.” Finn toyed with his short sword, looking somewhat eager to try.

"Uh, well... that's good enough." Anser frowned slightly, looking somewhat tense. Half-dragons are, after all, humanoid intelligent beings, but the professionals treated the half-dragon corpse no differently than pigs and dogs, watching with great interest and showing no discomfort whatsoever.

Finn didn't say anything, he just chuckled.

Anser glanced around and found that the south of the city seemed even more lively. After he came out, countless people looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, their meanings unclear.

The previous battle took place in the air, and by now everyone probably knows about it. Many professionals know that a powerful spellcaster has arrived in Bluewater City.

This is a rare occurrence, especially for professionals. After all, Abel doesn't have a magic network. With the fusion of the two worlds, spellcasters under the steel canopy can't even sense spell slots, let alone cast spells.

A few minutes later, Giant Tail came running over with a bunch of rotten things to present as a treasure, but Anser waved him away.

Seeing this, Sandray laughed and said, "These things are in high demand. Shall I help you find a buyer?"

Dragons are inherently legendary creatures, and anything associated with them is sought after by professionals and the elite.

It is said that many magical rituals require dragon meat and blood, and can even be used to steal the dragon's magic power.

“Great!” Anser was more than happy to agree; this game was really useless to him.

Dragon blood can break the curse on the dragon's treasure vault, but it clearly states that it requires the blood of a true dragon; half-dragons, flying dragons, and the like probably won't work.

"Tim invited a few of you to stay at the manor for a while, and even cleared out a villa..." Sandray's expression was enthusiastic, and his wrinkles deepened when he smiled.

Ultimately, the cause of today's battle lies in Cliff Fortress, and Anser being targeted was not due to personal reasons.

Moreover, his deliberate departure from the manor to avoid the fighting affecting Tim's family earned him goodwill from everyone at Cliff Fortress.

“Sure,” Anser said without refusing.

Leomont's cabin offers good protection, but it's too small and not as comfortable as a villa.

The group packed their things and headed to Tim's small estate. This time, the sky was clear and there were no flying dragons to disturb them.

Sandray sent someone to inform Blatter, lest he go to the wrong place.

As Anser rode on his horse, he felt that the atmosphere in the city had eased considerably and was no longer so oppressive.

He didn't think it was his achievement. An elite spellcaster is crucial in small-scale battles, but not enough to change the situation in battles involving tens of thousands of troops.

Sandre noticed Anser's confusion and smiled mysteriously: "People from Candlehold have arrived."

"When did they arrive? How many people are there? What is their strength?" Anser pressed, his face full of curiosity.

“I just heard it from Tim.” Sandre waved his hand. “I don’t know the specifics, but I guess he just arrived recently. The City Council just sent someone to inform Tim to attend the meeting, which is probably about this.”

“Hmm.” Anser stroked his chin, his expression unreadable.

Is the Claw City-State truly out of options, or are they resorting to moral blackmail, by releasing unsubstantiated information to appease the public?

Once this news comes out, ordinary people will place some of their hopes on Candleburg. If the city falls and Candleburg has not contributed, then they may have to bear half of the resentment and blame.

Tim's small estate wasn't far, and the group arrived quickly.

Tim's wife and daughter personally greeted them, arranged their meals and accommodations, and treated them as honored guests.

It wasn't until noon that Blatt returned, followed by several blue-armored warriors carrying several large boxes; the smell of blood was very strong.

Anser looked at the boxes placed at the villa's entrance with some disdain: "You didn't bring back the meat and entrails of a dragon, did you?"

"No, no," Blatt waved his hands repeatedly, his eyes wide with excitement. "Inside are dragon skin, dragon head, dragon blood, poisonous thorns, and stuff like that. I didn't take anything else..."

Baron led the vanguard guard to handle the situation; they couldn't let their efforts go to waste.

Anser smiled helplessly: "I reckon a buyer will come to the door, keep an eye out."

“No problem.” Blatt smiled broadly, not because of the spoils, but because it was really exhilarating to slay the dragon with his own hands.

In this city, how many people have ever seen a flying dragon before?

The place was packed with people when they were killing the dragon; it was incredibly lively.

If it weren't for the fact that dragon meat contains toxins and cannot be eaten directly, auctioning it off on the spot would have made a fortune.

(End of this chapter)