Equipment Printing School Mage

At this moment, the person they have the most common language with might be Sarabi who has escaped to Mount Taras.

Zlaqi didn't answer the question, but pointed to the small town in front of them. "This is Mashkep. This town is quite famous in Halrua—it's located on the shores of the Akrau Swamp, Halrua's largest swamp. It produces all kinds of exotic herbs and fungi, and is the most famous and independent alchemist city in all of Halrua. In fact, they don't even care much about Haligard. If even they have moved away, then don't harbor any more illusions: there will be no other residents ahead of us."

This result was naturally not what Millier wanted to see.

Survival in the wilderness wasn't the Shar Church's forte. Quite the contrary, they were accustomed to being parasites of civilization, lurking in various settlements.

Although they had some knowledge and some craftsmanship, they were not good at farming, fishing or hunting.

At this moment, a Shar believer couldn't help but ask, "If Mashkep Town is rich in various fungi... can we live here?"

As soon as these words came out, Zlaqi's students all sneered: "If you want to commit suicide, you can just start feasting."

The mushrooms produced in Mashkep are mainly medicinal - in other words, they are generally poisonous or even highly toxic.

In this town, it's hard to survive on mushrooms, but it's easy to commit suicide.

Eat the mushrooms, breathe rapidly a few times, and after a few days, new mushrooms will grow on the corpse.

"... Let's take a break first." The shocking truth was clearly hard for Miliel to accept. Her breathing quickened. "At this point, it doesn't make any difference whether we go faster or slower, right?"

Whether Haligad and Halayach could send out their pursuers depended entirely on the intensity of the dragon's attack. A day earlier or later was no longer as crucial.

Malcap was not far from the Temple of Taras, but now it might not even make sense for them to continue going there.

The efficiency of Haligad and Halayach's actions far exceeded their expectations.

They had been traveling for two days and were indeed very tired. Although Markep was located on the edge of a swamp, life was quite affluent, and settling here was an acceptable outcome for everyone.

But that's not what Millier cares about.

It was getting dark now and it was time for her to pray.

Even though her prayers had never been effective in the past, the scrutiny from her colleagues in the Shar Church was always more severe than the censure of the gods. As a result, the Shar Church, which had been barely surviving, had become even more enthusiastic about praying to the goddess.

Impiety was one of the most important evidences of internal strife, and she had found a reason to kill her predecessor in bed precisely because he had taken a nap that lasted too long.

People are in a state of unrest right now, so she can't leave any room for gossip.

As a barely qualified bishop, she quickly found the Temple of Mystra here in the dim light of dusk.

Although this is not Shar's temple, it is one of Shar's favorite places of worship in the shadows of other gods' temples.

She had thought today was no different from the past few decades.

However, just as she and the remaining Shar believers knelt down to pray, a vague and heroic female voice slowly rang out in her mind: [...Who are you?]

Miliel almost thought he was hallucinating and just prayed even louder.

Soon, the voice became clearer: [You... are in Mashkep? Why haven't you left there yet?]

After confirming that the voice was truly speaking to her, Miriel didn't bother to discern the speaker's true meaning. She simply felt her head surge with tears streaming down her face: [—Our Lord Shar has appeared! Our Lord Shar has appeared!!!]

same moment.

In Halygad, Metatron hesitated, listening to the call in his head. He looked at the bustling Mystra Church in Halygad, remained silent for a moment, and then said to the newest distant channel, "Are you my believers?"

When the magic net is spread out, there will always be unexpected gains.

However, just as they moved the Markep people away, the Shar Church, which had disappeared without a trace, rushed in... This was really unexpected.

They have been racking their brains over who should be sent to divert the dragon's attention - this is a suicidal action.

Whoever they send will seriously undermine their group's prestige in Halrua.

But now, it looks like they have a choice.

Thirty-six Final Prophecies (Part 3)

Talas Mountain.

This mountain actually has quite ambiguous meaning in Halrua——

In a narrow sense, it is a mountain range northwest of Halua, which covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of kilometers on the map.

It is the only mountain in Halrua that has the honor of being officially named - the names of the other mountains are extremely crude.

West Wall Mountains, North Wall Mountains, East Wall Mountains.

These mountains, like Ta’er Temple Mountain, are towering into the clouds. From any corner of Halua, you can see dots of white snow on the mountains.

The main reason for the name Talas Mountain is that only within the mountain lies a narrow, winding valley accessible to ordinary people, called the Talas Trail. Without sea transport and the Talas Trail, reaching Halruaa would require crossing the mountains.

The largest temple of the Magic Goddess in Halrua is located at the end of the Taras Trail near Halrua.

It is located halfway up Mount Taras. In the past, anyone entering or leaving Halruaa could clearly see the three goddess statues on the mountain. In Halruaa's heyday, wandering wizards would happily come here to exchange spells with the temple.

The mages of Halruaa are wary of each other, but the area surrounding the Temple of Talas is a ceasefire zone where absolutely no fighting is allowed. As such, it is one of the greatest landmarks in all of Halruaa.

However, after the Arcane Blight, Halrua's various functions were impacted, and some even began to call the mountains surrounding Halrua the Taras Mountains. This once glorious temple inevitably fell into decline.

Standing on a high mountainside with no supplies? This had turned from an honor into torture.

Therefore, the current Taras Temple has inevitably fallen into ruin.

However, even though this temple has suffered many hardships in the past, none of them can compare to what it is experiencing now.

A golden dragon with flames spewing from its entire body was currently perched on the ridge opposite the temple, looking coldly at the three statues on the mountain.

To be more precise, it is the one that is obviously the oldest, but the original body is the thinnest.

The elementalization of dragons is a common phenomenon, but there are always a few combinations that are most special.

For example, several dragon species can breathe fire, so what will happen if they further transform into fire elements?

The answer is that the connection between the dragon body and the elements will be even closer, so much so that breathing will almost lose its meaning to this kind of dragon - endless elements can gush out from any part of their body at any time and anywhere.

The wings of this fire-gold dragon had almost degenerated and disappeared, and the blazing white flames were burning fiercely on the thin periosteum on its back, resembling two wings.

He lowered his head, looked at the servants in front of him, and said, "If you want to survive, you can. But you must tear down the statue."

But in front of him were not the priests who were still staying in the temple.

They had been imprisoned for a long time. After these days, they had probably fallen into a coma due to lack of food and water.

In front of the dragon was the Serabi family, who had already set out from Haligad and arrived several days earlier than other visitors.

However, these mages who were quite prestigious in Haligard now lowered their heads humbly like servants.

Yes, the reason why the Serabi family was able to go out exploring early and yet was never discovered by the dragon was not because they were lucky enough.

But because they are unfortunate enough.

Their first expedition was discovered by a patrolling Elemental Holy Dragon. After their second expedition, they were captured on the spot by the Holy Dragons who had been lying in wait for a long time.

Halrua's large-scale illusion was maintained by countless mages fighting tooth and nail. Naturally, their power could no longer extend beyond the mountains.

The only reason why the Serabi family was able to continue exploring for ten years was very simple: they had been captured a long time ago and were naturally not afraid of being discovered again.

In addition, the dragons of the Holy Elemental Church realized one thing after successfully communicating with them.

The Serapi family was definitely not the same race as the slaves they had captured before. These mages might not be powerful enough, but their wisdom was no less than that of dragons.

Therefore, their family became an excellent pair of white gloves, taking over the important task of researching elemental blood sacrifice from the Holy Church of Elements.

This matter was clearly of great importance to the Holy Church of the Elements, so important that they simply hoped it would remain hidden from the Freetian Alliance. Beyond that, even Halrua itself didn't seem to care. If the Serapi family could leverage this research to expand within Halrua, they would be particularly pleased.

A group of slaves is nothing more than wealth, but if the elemental blood sacrifice can make progress, it will be a force that can change the world.

These past few days were the first time that the Holy Church of Elements had sent people to Halrua.

However, as soon as the visiting golden dragon arrived at the Temple of Taras, the atmosphere, which was originally even a little cheerful, suddenly became heated.

The dark clouds in the sky had disappeared without a trace at some point, and the extremely high temperature made this desolate temple seem as if it were in the crater of a volcano.

Capturing the temple priest to make their stance clear was not a problem, but the other demands made by the Golden Dragon were difficult for the Serabi family to accept.

The patriarch of the Serabi family followed the dragon's gaze, swallowed, and asked with difficulty, "...Do you have any additional dissatisfaction with the statue of Mystril?"

"Not only does it exist, but it's enormous." The golden dragon's tail quivered, and a rock immediately shattered in flames. "We haven't shared our teachings with you before—the great war between the wild spirits and the gods. It was once a fierce battle, blood flowed like a river, and both sides suffered heavy casualties, leading to a stalemate. It was at this moment that a wild spirit, terrified of the brutality of war, shamelessly deserted the battlefield and defected to the gods. Her power was insignificant among the wild spirits, but it was of great significance to the gods, ultimately causing the war to tilt irreversibly in their favor."

“……?” The mages of the Serabi family were very confused.

What does this ordinary scripture story have to do with the goddess Mystrel?

The golden dragon snorted coldly, "Her traces have long been extant in Abeir. However, her blue aura is her most distinctive symbol. Therefore, from the moment the Breath of Change erupted, our Lord was aware of her existence and seized the opportunity to seal her power. And now, we discover that Halrua was actually her servant all along?"

Amidst the crackling lightning, the golden dragon roared, "At first, we thought you were weaklings, believing in some equally weak and obscure god, so we ignored your faith! If we had known you were followers of the traitor Mystril, we would have electrocuted you all to charcoal! Now that you have sworn to become one of our Lord's followers, we give you one last chance."

The golden dragon poked its head out, revealing its sharp teeth. "If you can tear down the statue of Mystril with your own hands, you will still be qualified to continue to prostrate yourself before my Lord. Otherwise..."

As he spoke, the sound of rocks breaking and shattering continued.

Jin Long's voice was filled with murderous intent: "Today, I haven't had dinner yet."

The chief of the Sarabi tribe lowered his head, feeling that his knees, which were already suffering from osteoporosis, could no longer support his body.

humiliation.

He had received contact from Halygaard - it was said that the messenger of the goddess of magic had arrived in Halygaard, and they were asked to return to Halygaard immediately.

Returning to Haligad was not even on his mind at the time.

For a full ten years, their entire Mage Tower had devoted its energies to elemental blood sacrifices. This sort of thing was impossible to conceal; with even the slightest investigation, their surrender to the dragon would be exposed—not to mention that they had previously organized a branch of the Gods and Non-Gods in Halygad.

Even though the Holy Church of the Elements did not believe that the weak Halruaan people could be the material for elemental amber, their Mage Tower had always used the corpses of local creatures for research, but treason was treason, not to mention twice.

By then, even though Halrua is huge, where will there be room for them?

However, if he stayed away from magic and sincerely became someone else's glove, what if the blood sacrifice happened and he was handed over as a scapegoat by the Holy Elemental Church?

This is definitely not the ending that the Serabi family wanted.

The Serabi family's bewildered stares and silence made Jin Long very dissatisfied.

He stood up and pounced out like lightning, then, amidst the flames, he hung upside down in the air, and his long tail swung out like a whip, heavily hitting the statues of the last two generations of the magic goddess.

The heads of Mystra and Midnight fell to the ground, and like the rest of the statue, they smashed heavily on the stone floor of the temple and shattered into pieces.

Jin Long said murderously, "In exchange for ten years of cooperation, I gave you time to think. Now, the time is up.

"Tear it down with your own hands, or it will be reduced to ashes along with the statue of Mystril," he said coldly.

Chief Serab, who had been silent for a long time, finally stood up, trembling. "...We can tear it down. But we've lost our strength, and we're not good at physical work. I'm afraid it will take some time."

"Then start immediately!" Jin Long roared.

The golden dragon's rage and the sound of breaking rocks almost made the mages of the Serabbi family deaf, and they stumbled to their feet one by one.

They were originally caught in the middle, making profits on both sides and having a psychological advantage.

As a result, within just a few days, they became homeless dogs.

——For a moment, they were unable to accept this overly drastic fluctuation.

However, maybe it's fate.

Just as the Serabi family was still dragging their feet, the statue, which had been somewhat neglected for decades, finally reached the end of its life.

An inconspicuous crack spread rapidly in the high temperature and soon spread to the entire base.

The base collapsed layer by layer, and the last statue of the goddess on the cliff also lost its support and fell to the ground under the action of gravity.

The scene of the goddess statue falling to the ground was a bit too cruel even for those who once believed in magic.

Many of them had even secretly joined the Society of the Godly and the Non-Godly. But there was a difference between despising the gods and witnessing the idols they had worshipped for years fall to the ground.

Just as the mages of the Serapi family could no longer help but close their eyes, a strange, clear female voice suddenly rang out in front of them: "Dragon? Why are there so many debris on the ground?"

They opened their eyes in astonishment.

Somehow, the statue of the goddess Mystrel landed safely on the ground without any damage.

It just fell from a high mountain to the ground.

At the same time, the mages of the Serabi family saw a slender girl with silver hair that reached her waist.

She turned her head with a slightly puzzled expression—an action familiar to older mages. After teleporting to a distant place, one always had to confirm one's exact location.

But at the same time, she had an unusual calmness about her.

She was completely unaware of the unusually high temperature, nor the imposing might of the Flame Golden Dragon before her. After confirming her position, she spoke Abel's dragon language and asked the Flame Golden Dragon across the mountain, "Are you a dragon from the Holy Church of Elements, or a dragon from the Freetia Alliance?"

"If you were a dragon of the Holy Elemental Church..."

As she spoke, she noticed a peculiar emblem on the scales of the dragon's chest.