A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

“Master, here is the flesh and blood we took from the sleeping ancient god.

What's unique about it is that each complete cell is relatively independent and will continue to divide and proliferate indefinitely even if it is separated from the mother body.

Through research and experiments, we found that if these ancient gods' flesh and blood were released into a certain world, that planet would be quickly contaminated from the inside, and then the flow of soil and water would penetrate and corrode all living life.

Once intelligent life is infected, their thoughts and consciousness will quickly become crazy, and then produce endless dark desires.

Eventually the entire planet will completely become a part of the ancient god.

When the dark desires and madness of those intelligent creatures accumulate to a certain extent, they will give birth to a twisted consciousness that cannot be described in words.

When consciousness combines with flesh and blood, a new ancient god will be born.

In other words, this unknown form of extraordinary life actually has many similarities with the Old God of Azeroth we are studying.

They all have very strong vitality, corrosive ability and adaptability to extreme environments. Once they appear on a certain planet, it is basically very difficult to completely eradicate them. Even if they are temporarily suppressed and sealed, it will only delay the time slightly.

The most important thing is that during the window period when the ancient god's self-consciousness wakes up from its slumber, it can be replaced by the consciousness of another person.

We can completely combine the flesh and blood of the ancient gods with the shining oil to make a devastating biological weapon..."

Accompanied by a completed Vedoken from the blue faction of New Phyrexia, he pointed at the huge indescribable thing in the laboratory that was covered with tentacles and eyes, and introduced his research topic in a non-stop manner. .

He looked so excited and excited that he was dancing a little.

the reason is simple!

The Vedoken were originally a race obsessed with knowledge, technology, and exploring unknown territories.

Although they were perfected by Shuoyou, their thirst for knowledge rooted in their bones has never changed.

Now, these Vedokens are not only exposed to a large amount of new knowledge every day, but they also have endless research topics.

In comparison, Zuo Si looked much calmer, and he didn't show much surprise at the so-called ancient god in front of him, and just nodded slightly.

After all, he has already seen the ancient gods of Azeroth, and even sealed one of them, Yogg-Saron, in the Void Staring Staff.

The overlap in abilities and functions between the two is as high as over 90%.

Perhaps the only advantage is that it is relatively easy to control.

After all, even mortals can take advantage of the ancient god's slumber to seize the body and replace it with his own mind, will, and soul.

Just when Zuo Sigang was about to say something, a powerful divine power suddenly tore apart the magical protection covering the outer layer of Mutahar Floating City.

The piercing sirens in the laboratory are endless.

Before anyone else could react, a beautiful woman wearing a dark silk robe, with supple white skin and long black hair appeared out of thin air. She was Midnight, the third-generation magic goddess of Toril.

And in her arms, she was holding a baby whose appearance was constantly changing.

"All clear!"

Seeing that he was an old acquaintance, Zuo Si immediately raised his hand and gave an order to the artificial intelligence that controlled the safety of the laboratory.

moment!

The alarm that was blaring one second disappeared the next.

And the guard forces that swarmed in from all directions quickly retreated to their original positions.

"I finally found you. Here, this is your newly born heir. I will hand her over to you now."

Midnight subconsciously glanced at the twisted piece of meat in the laboratory peeling container, and went straight to the topic without any nonsense.

"My heir?!"

Zuo Si was stunned for a moment, then quickly recalled with his super memory that today should be Ayesha's due date.

However, his reaction obviously dissatisfied Midnight, who still retains some of his mortal memories and personality. He immediately raised his eyebrows and asked: "You actually forgot the time when your wife gave birth? As a husband, you have really neglected your duty. Of."

"Sorry, I've been to two places in a row recently where time is very confusing, and I don't even have the concept of time at all, so I'm a little slow with the flow of time."

With that said, Zuo Si took over his daughter who had just turned into an energy ball from the goddess's hands, feeling the little cub body connected to his own blood.

Although he had long expected that his offspring would be unusual, he was still obviously surprised by such a strange state.

Regarding this almost perfunctory explanation and apology, Midnight rolled her eyes angrily: "Although this is a political marriage, your coldness and ruthlessness really opened my eyes.

do you know?

The poor mortal woman almost died in the delivery room.

Because your newly born heir just absorbed energy once and almost caused the collapse of the magic network in the entire palace and even Calimport.

For ordinary people, this little guy is too powerful and dangerous.

It is best not to send her back to Faerûn alone again unless she is accompanied by you.

I don’t want to do nothing every day and just chase her to repair the large destroyed magic network. "

Facing the goddess's complaints and complaints, Zuo Si had already developed invulnerability and invulnerability. While trying to stabilize the little guy in his arms, he asked without looking back: "What on earth is going on? I Why did your daughter become like this? Wasn't everything fine when she was examined by the priest?"

"I think it may have something to do with your identity as a planeswalker and the dark void connected by sparks."

Midnight spoke out her guess without thinking.

"Dark Void?"

Zuo Si's expression suddenly became serious.

Because nothing related to the dark void is trivial.

Midnight explained patiently: "If I guessed correctly, you should have started trying to draw power from that place full of chaos, disorder, primitive energy and matter, right?"

"Yes." Zuo Si nodded slightly, and then asked again: "You mean...the power in the dark void has indirectly affected my descendants?"

Midnight explained patiently: “It’s not just an impact, it’s an irreversible reshaping.

Don't forget, from the time you became the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, you were already an out-and-out godlike power.

And the power of all gods and quasi-divine powers will be more or less reflected on their descendants.

This is why they are more likely to become heroes or new gods than mortals.

And your strength expands so fast that the fetus needs to constantly receive and adapt to new abilities as it grows, so the external form cannot be easily stabilized.

Finally, coupled with the influence of the chaotic logic and raw energy of the dark void, it became what it is now.

What you have to do now is to make this little guy become self-aware as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for her to stabilize her form. "

"Damn! This isn't going to be easy."

Zuo Si suddenly felt a headache.

Because just now, he finally managed to stabilize his daughter in the state of a human baby for less than a minute, and then she turned into a young dragon trying to flap its wings and fly.

Since there is no self-awareness, all behaviors originate from primitive biological instincts.

Unless you use coercive means, there is no way to control it, and you are completely a living ancestor.

"ha!

Just take your time and think of a solution. Anyway, I've done my duty.

Be careful, she is a full-fledged god-like force who can draw energy from the surrounding environment at will.

As for whether there are any other abilities, it is still unknown. "

After saying these words that were full of schadenfreude, the magic goddess disappeared from the spot in an instant.

To be precise, he returned to Faerûn through the connection of the planeswalker's spark.

"What should I do with you now?"

Zuo Si tried his best to control the restless little one in his arms, and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

You must know that an ordinary human baby is enough to drive parents to ecstasy, let alone a god-like baby with the ability to shape-shift and powerful supernatural powers.

It was very difficult just to keep her from running around or causing devastating damage.

Because in less than a few seconds after midnight left, four New Phyrexia creations and two intelligent golems were brutally killed in the laboratory, and were crushed alive by the sudden force field.

And all this is just their appearance that arouses the curiosity of babies.

Thanks to Zuo Si's quick reaction, he distorted reality to restore these unlucky people to their original state.

"Great Father of New Phyrexia, I may be able to use the technology that preserves the planeswalker's spark to help you make a small nursery box. That way, you don't have to worry about your daughter running around. …”

Before Jinji Tasha finished speaking, the hard body that had been strengthened countless times was suddenly twisted into a twist under the influence of some huge force.

The harsh sound of metal twisting and colliding is like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, which makes people feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

What's even more terrible is that the oil engine was directly crushed, and a large amount of oil spurted out along the gap like free money.

“Don’t say anything that might be harmful to her face.

Although this little guy has no self-awareness yet, he has quasi-divine powers and can sense good intentions and bad intentions.

Any words or actions that may pose a threat will most likely trigger her self-protection mechanism.

In other words, she will try to kill any life form that poses a threat to herself. "

Zuo Si restored the Blue Demon Judge to his original state and gave a reminder.

"What a terrifying power! Can you control energy, form force fields, and sense good and bad intentions at will when you are just born?"

Since New Phyrexia creatures basically do not have the emotion of fear, Jinji Tasha not only did not care that she was almost killed just now, but began to take a huge interest in the baby that was constantly changing its appearance.

"No, her ability is not only limited to this, there should be many more that she has not yet shown.

It is precisely because of this that I have a headache about what to do with her.

Can you imagine how dangerous it is for a baby that has no concept of good and evil but can easily destroy a world?

The goddess of magic, Midnight, brought her here from the continent of Faerûn, probably because she wanted to get rid of a big trouble. "

After that, Zuo Si began to try to build a protective barrier made of divine power around his daughter.

However, this barrier is reversed, not to protect the baby inside, but to ensure that she cannot easily release her power.

Perhaps because she felt the blood connection with her father, the baby girl did not make any resistance to this behavior, but observed all this with wide eyes and curiosity.

When the formation of the barrier was completed, Zuo Si breathed a sigh of relief, held up his daughter who had transformed into a devil again, and asked, "Now let me give you a name. What do you think?"

"Errrr-"

The baby girl waved her hands and tail and let out a joyful cry.

"Then how about I call you Anne? Princess Anne, that sounds pretty good."

Zuo Si continued to seek the little one's opinion.

Because she is not an ordinary baby, she might have had her own name in her mind from the moment she was born.

The baby girl immediately burst into giggles after hearing it, apparently accepting the name, and then began to twist her body restlessly, as if her whole body was filled with inexhaustible energy.

As a quasi-divine power, little Annie obviously does not need to sleep, let alone rest and breastfeeding.

Through the observations just now, Zuo Si can basically confirm that she will subconsciously draw energy from the surrounding environment when she feels hungry.

Since the Planeswalker Spark itself connects different worlds, this isn't too much of a problem.

The top priority right now is to induce the self-awareness of the little guy in front of her as soon as possible, and then let her stabilize her form. At the same time, she should not use power to kill and destroy at will.

Otherwise, if Zuo Si is distracted even a little bit, it may lead to an unimaginable horrific tragedy.

In order to do this, he directly ordered Jinji Tasha to create a box containing a large amount of knowledge and information. By letting little Annie play with the box, she could quickly absorb enough information and then grow rapidly spiritually and intellectually.

During this period, Zuo Si did not dare to be distracted at all, and spent almost all his time and energy on watching and teaching his daughter almost twenty-four hours a day.

At least until this little guy can control his own power, basically don't expect to allocate extra energy to do other things yourself. At best, you can send an avatar or projection to handle it a little bit.

…

At the same time, as news continued to spread that the Queen of the West Coast Empire had given birth to a quasi-supernatural child, Dumbledore, who was drinking and resting at a roadside inn near Neverwinter, finally learned about it from a merchant.

His first reaction was similar to that of most people, ranging from shock to disbelief.

But soon the wise old man realized that it should be true.

After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes the war launched by Zuo Si in the world of Azeroth, and the horrific scene after killing the ancient god Yogg-Saron in the Storm Peaks of Northrend.

Understand how terrifying this young man who once attended Hogwarts has become.

As his descendant, it is not impossible to possess god-like powers from birth.

What's more, the source of this news is the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Magic in Calimport. The other party has no reason or need to lie.

"Time flies so fast. I didn't expect that even Soth would have a child of his own. I don't know what Hogwarts and the wizarding world will become after I leave."

Dumbledore took a sip of the mead in his cup and muttered something under his breath.

At this moment, he has completely lost the friendly and kind look he had when he was the principal. His eyes are as sharp as daggers, and the white mage robes on his body are even stained with many blood spots.

The long sword hanging on the waist faintly exudes a faint smell of blood.

Any adventurer with some experience can realize that this old man dressed as a mage must have killed a lot of people, monsters or beasts recently.

In fact, because he was not in a hurry, Dumbledore set out from Ascatella and traveled for more than two months.

He did not take the fast and convenient airship, nor did he choose to take a boat. Instead, he rode a horse through the Cloudy Mountains alone, stopping at Nasikai, Belgost, Candlekeep, Baldur's Gate, Dragonspear Castle, and Dagger along the way. We stopped in beaches and other towns to appreciate the customs and customs of this world.

He even received a warm welcome from Kelben and Lyla when he was still in Waterdeep City, and the two sides had a pleasant exchange in the magic field for ten days.

Finally, he embarked on the journey to Neverwinter City.

Of course, as part of the great adventure, all kinds of monsters, beasts and robbers are naturally indispensable.

Although after the West Coast Empire gradually took control of the Northland, it had carried out a large-scale cleanup of threatening targets through bounties and hiring adventurers, but Dumbledore still encountered no less than thirty battles.

There are those that are easier to deal with like goblins and kobolds, and there are also those that are harder to deal with such as gnolls, orcs, lizardmen, ogres and trolls.

Animals such as wolves, wild boars, bears, leopards, tigers and giant spiders are commonplace.

The most dangerous one was even encountering four pterosaurs falling from the sky and almost becoming food in their mouths.

In these thrilling battles, Dumbledore's desire for adventure and enjoyment of the excitement of brushing against death were completely aroused, and he became more and more proficient in the use of magic in this world.

Compared to teaching and educating people in school, this is the life he really wants to live.

Just when the old man was picking up the plate and preparing to eat something to fill his stomach, he suddenly heard a man dressed as an adventurer next to him gritting his teeth and complaining after drinking all the wine in the glass: "Damn it! We came at the wrong time. "

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Another customer dressed as a businessman next to him asked curiously.

"Hehe! You haven't been to Neverwinter yet, have you?" the adventurer asked with a sneer.

The merchant nodded quickly: "Yes, I am planning to go to Neverwinter City to deliver goods, and purchase some ironware, salt, cloth, condiments and wine to sell to the barbarian tribes in the forest."

"If you are willing to buy me a drink of the best wine in this store, I will tell you a secret about Neverwinter."

The adventurer offered an exchange condition very simply.

This is also the established practice in pubs and inns.

If you want to get information from someone, it's the minimum etiquette to buy them a nice drink.

If you have more important information or exclusive intelligence, you will have to pay additional gold coins as a reward.

The businessman subconsciously glanced at the wine cabinet behind the bar and discovered that the most expensive wine in the store was actually a bottle of fine brandy worth thirty-five gold coins.

This means that treating guests to a drink will cost at least one or two gold coins.

Such a "huge" cost obviously made him feel very painful for running a small business.

When the businessman was hesitant, Dumbledore directly threw out two gold coins cast by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth: "Pour him a glass of your best wine."

Seeing someone paying for it, the bartender immediately opened the bottle of "Treasure of the Shop" and poured a full glass for the mercenary without saying anything.

The latter held it up in front of his nose and smelled it with an intoxicated look on his face, and then took a big sip. His originally pale skin suddenly turned a little red, obviously affected by the high concentration of alcohol.

Fortunately, he quickly shook his head vigorously to wake himself up, smiled and exclaimed: "It's such a good wine! Thank you!"

"You're welcome. Now you can start telling the secrets you know." Dumbledore urged calmly.

"Actually, it's nothing. There are just rumors that an inexplicable epidemic has begun to appear in Neverwinter City.

Especially where the poor live, many violent coughs can be heard.

A guard revealed to me that even the church of Tyr, the god of justice, could not come up with any solution for the time being.

If things continue to develop like this, Neverwinter City may be under martial law and quarantine, or even completely closed to the city, prohibiting anyone from going out. "

The adventurer told everyone what he knew.

Like he mentioned, it's really no secret.

Because every businessman and traveler who enters Neverwinter City recently can feel the tension and panic.

After all, since Talona turned from evil to neutral, such a large-scale outbreak of infectious diseases in densely populated areas has not occurred for a long time.

"You mean...plague?!"

The businessman's expression suddenly changed.

After all, if a plague breaks out in Neverwinter, those who are engaged in trading activities will be hit hardest.

The adventurer nodded solemnly: "Yes, it's a plague. Although we don't know what the real situation is, it is said that a small number of infected people have begun to die. In addition, the cemetery area has also promulgated new regulations. The deceased must be cremated before being buried in a grave."

"By the gods! This is absolutely terrible!"

Another halfling nearby who heard the conversation exclaimed.

Anyone with a bit of common sense would understand that if a contagious epidemic makes it impossible for even the priests of the temple to cure it, it must have something to do with magic.

Even the magical plague was deliberately created, and there must be a huge conspiracy hidden behind it.

Especially now that various towns in the North are gradually accepting the direct or indirect rule of the West Coast Empire, some vested interest groups will inevitably be touched.

If they join forces to do things secretly, they may cause this increasingly prosperous land to be ravaged by war again.

"Bless the goddess of wealth! It seems that I have to find a way to complete the delivery quickly and leave before the city is closed. Otherwise, it will be over if I am locked in."

The businessman prayed to his patron saint with a pious expression.

While the guests around the bar were all disturbed by the news, only Dumbledore remained calm. He just touched the thick beard on his chin and whispered: "Has it started yet? It seems that I can't do it either. Let’s keep going on like this.”

After that, he ate the food on the plate at an extremely fast speed, then dropped the money for accommodation, drinks and meals, rode on the white horse that accompanied him all the way, and started running towards Neverwinter City.

It took just over an hour to successfully reach the destination.

This time, the old man did not go around to appreciate the local scenery and taste various delicacies as before. Instead, he quickly came to the location of the castle and showed his identity and intention to the guards.

In about a few minutes, Lord Nasir and his deputy paladin, Aribes, walked out.

"Welcome, Lord Albus Dumbledore."

Lord Nasir took the initiative to open his arms and gave the other party a warm hug.

Although he has now basically handed over all the power at hand to the bureaucrats from the empire, and he serves more as a supervisor and law enforcer, he still retains his honorary title.

Lord Nasir is actually very satisfied with this change.

As a warrior, he was not very good at handling government affairs and settling expenditure and tax accounts.

It would be better now to just leave it all to those professional bureaucrats.

With the help of the huge trade alliance established with the West Coast Empire as the center, the development of Neverwinter can be said to be rapid.

At present, the number of residents in the city has increased from more than 20,000 to 80,000 now. The original old city can no longer accommodate such a large population, so part of the city wall can only be demolished and expanded outwards.

The prosperous market and dazzling array of commodities have greatly improved the living standards of ordinary people.

If this kind of peace and rapid development can be maintained for more than ten years, Lord Nasir can't even imagine what Neverwinter will look like.

"I am also very honored to meet you, Lord." Dumbledore responded with a smile, and then turned his attention to the half-elf paladin. "I think you must be Ms. Aribes? Soth has mentioned you to me more than once. He has always praised your bravery and pursuit of justice."

"I am Erebeth de Timarande. I am truly undeserved of His Majesty Soth's praise."

The half-elf paladin had a polite smile on his face, as low-key and humble as ever.

She didn't notice at all that a strange look flashed in Dumbledore's pupils when he saw his fiancé, Van Swyk.

Because the appearance of this elf priest was so handsome that it caused a strong throbbing in the latter's heart.

You must know that Dumbledore has never had such a special feeling since he fell out with his old friend Grindelwald.

"Hello, sir, my name is Vanswijk, and I am a priest who serves Tyr, the god of justice."

Seeing that the other person was staring at his face for a long time, Vanswijk quickly extended his right hand and introduced himself.

After all, he represents the temple, has a decisive influence in Neverwinter City, and needs to be in step with the center of the West Coast Empire to some extent.

"Please allow me to pay my respects to the great God of Justice."

Dumbledore also stretched out his hand and held it tightly, feeling the warmth from his palm and the sudden acceleration of his heart.

"Anyone with a heart that pursues justice and justice can bathe in the holy light of Tyr."

With his keen perception, Vanswijk clearly felt something strange, and after saying a few words, he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

After a brief acquaintance with each other, Lord Nasir quickly invited the emperor's envoy into the castle, and then tried in an uncertain tone: "Your Excellency Dumbledore, if you don't mind, can you tell me your What’s your purpose?”

"I'm here for the plague."

Dumbledore gave the answer very simply.

"plague?"

Lord Nasir's expression changed slightly.

Dumbledore nodded seriously: "Yes, plague. I think you and your men should have noticed the sudden appearance of large-scale infectious diseases in Neverwinter City, and there have even been many deaths."

"So this is really a spreading magical plague? A planned attack?"

Aribes suddenly stood up from the chair.

As a paladin of Tyr, she knew very well how many civilians who were seriously ill and dying had been treated by the temple recently, and how many corpses had been taken to the cemetery to be burned and buried.

Although on the surface Neverwinter City was still operating as usual, in fact no less than two hundred people had died one after another.

"Sorry, madam, this will only be known after investigation. The top priority right now is to start the quarantine immediately to prevent the further spread of the magic plague and cause more infections and deaths."

While saying this, Dumbledore glanced out of the corner of his eye at the man not far away who had a stiff expression and said nothing and was wearing the emblem of Helm, the God of Guards.

His name is Deszel, he is the leader of the Church of the God of Guard in this city, and he is also one of the culprits of the plague in Neverwinter.

I'm afraid no one here knew that Deszell had actually abandoned the god he believed in and turned to the creator race that had just awakened.

Of course, Dumbledore would not reveal information like this easily.

Because he only knew Deszell, the traitor, and didn't know how many people the organization behind it had and what kind of power it had.

"You mean to seal off the entire city and prohibit all pedestrians and business travelers from entering or exiting?"

Lord Nasir opened his mouth in shock.

With the current scale of trade in Neverwinter, he could not imagine the huge economic losses that would be caused if the city was closed to prevent merchants from entering and exiting.

But Dumbledore emphasized: "This is all we can do now.

Otherwise, tens of thousands of residents will die completely when the plague rages, and there will be no time to receive treatment.

What's more, if this incident is really a premeditated attack, blocking the city can also restrict and compress the opponent's space for activities.

Don't hesitate, Lord.

First try to save as many lives as possible, and then consider the rest after the crisis is over. "

"Wait a minute! If this plague is as serious as you described, does the empire have a corresponding antidote?" Deszel suddenly jumped out and interrupted.

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm just here to investigate, and I don't know anything about the rest."

Dumbledore deliberately used ambiguous words to deliberately confuse the other party.

Because he knew that if he said he had an antidote, this guy would send people to seize and destroy it.

"Okay, let's quarantine first.

Aribes, you immediately set out to give orders to the guards, asking them to close and block the gates to various areas in the city.

Vanswijk, you and Deszel are preparing to treat all patients infected with the plague.

Even if they cannot be cured, their pain should be alleviated as much as possible.

Sir Albus Dumbledore, I leave the investigation to you.

At that time, I will issue an order to Neverwinter City Academy, allowing you to select some outstanding students as mercenaries and followers. "

Nasir was indeed a man who had seen big scenes and made a decision in just a few minutes.

As a believer in the God of Justice, he obviously would not play with the lives of civilians in order to make money like those profit-seeking guys.

In this way, with the Lord's order, the entire city of Neverwinter started strict population movement control measures.

Even the Pennisula district, where nobles and wealthy merchants lived, was no exception.

From this point alone, we can see the relative fairness of Neverwinter City and the powerful deterrent effect of law and order.

Although nobles and wealthy people can enjoy some privileges to a greater or lesser extent, when it comes to critical moments, there is no essential difference between them and common people.

As the huge iron door was slammed shut, the entire city entered a state of complete isolation from top to bottom.

Guards with cloth soaked in holy water and wrapped around their mouths and noses patrolled the streets repeatedly to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to commit crimes.

As for Dumbledore, after he was out of everyone's sight, he immediately monitored Deszel's every move through magic.

As he expected, this guy was not alone, but had a huge organization behind him.

Most of them are members of the Church of the Fallen Guardian God who are in cahoots with them.

Because they betrayed the God of their faith, they had long been unable to obtain divine magic. Instead, they borrowed power from the devil and the queen of the creator race, Mosala, to form spells or divine magic.

Obviously, Deszell had only one purpose, and that was to get rid of Dumbledore, an outsider who was in the way.

After all, if the population of Neverwinter City is not too large and cannot cause huge chaos, it is basically impossible for the creator race Queen Mosala and her men to reoccupy Neverwinter City.

the reason is simple!

Due to the special nature of this city, Zuo Si had set up quite strict magical protection capabilities.

It is very difficult for a race of creators who have just awakened from their slumber to lift them.

Therefore, their goal is to first use the plague to kill as many people as possible, and then turn the corpses into undead, destroying the balance of the magic network in this area through more and more negative energy.

In this way, the protection will collapse and disappear completely under the influence of negative energy.

If the influence of the electorates and gods is not taken into consideration, there is certainly nothing wrong with Queen Mosala doing this.

But the problem is that the current Faerun is not the primitive and barbaric state of tens of thousands of years ago, but an era when gods are everywhere and there are as many lichs and legendary mages as dogs.

Old antiques like the creator race can no longer adapt to today's changes.

Didn’t you see that even immortal legends like the Earth Prophet Arcindor have chosen to make way for the Netherese civilization?

What's more, there is an insurmountable mountain called Zuosi on the west coast of Faerun.

Dumbledore didn't understand at all what these guys had eaten to be so brave and dare to provoke such a terrible enemy who never showed mercy to his enemies.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head, and quickly took out a magic map he made based on the inspiration of the Marauder's Map. He looked at the fast-moving red dots on it, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and uttered a few words.

"The little mice hiding in the dark, the hunting time has begun!"

As the last word blurted out, Dumbledore immediately activated the invisibility cloak, and the whole person disappeared in an instant while moving at high speed.

With the help of the map's positioning, he quickly found the first team of four.

Before the other party realized the danger was coming, the most powerful wizard in the earth's magic world activated a magic scroll at lightning speed.

In a blink of an eye!

A bright and dazzling fireball suddenly exploded in the crowd.

boom! ! ! ! !

The flames reaching thousands of degrees Celsius instantly ignited all four people, and they fell to the ground in agony, wailing.

Some of the areas had been completely scorched, while others had large, numb blisters and blood blisters. The muscles under the skin had become red and exuded the unique aroma of barbecue.

"It's him! He is our target!"

One of the guys wearing armor and holding a mace shouted in pain.

Unfortunately, before the other three people could get up, he saw a long sword with flashing electric light piercing his eyes directly. The terrifying current destroyed his brain in an instant, and even the body was twitching. .

"Damn it! What kind of spell is that?"

Another of Deszell's men was shocked to see the weapon with dazzling electric light blooming in the hands of the principal.

He just saw very clearly that when he pulled out the sword, there was no electric light on the sword.

But after Dumbledore completed a spell-casting action, a powerful electric light appeared on the sword.

You know without asking that this must be the effect of magic.

“The name of this spell is Thunder Weapon.

How is it? Not bad, right?

It was originally inspired by a ring of magic [Electric Claw].

I turned it into a three-ring magic after some research.

Since the creation of this spell, you are the first people to taste its taste and power. "

After saying that, Dumbledore seemed to be possessed by Gandalf, he directly picked up his sword and killed him.

The remaining three Deszell's men were obviously not willing to die like this, so they immediately dragged their burned bodies and launched a counterattack.

But unfortunately, they obviously don't know much about the principal's swordsmanship.

What's more, after adding [Thunder Weapon] and several protective magics, the old man also gave himself [Tamson Transformation Technique], and his melee capabilities are as close as those of LV12 elite warriors.

In less than ten seconds, he completed an efficient hunt like chopping melons and vegetables.