...If she could seize the Silver Flame.

Everything will change.

At this moment, Frustana, who had transformed into an inconspicuous drop of water, allowed herself to be carried to all parts of the earth by the stream, while looking in the direction of the Thunder Flower.

"Stafford, you ordered the dragon to strictly guard the Thunder Flower. I'm afraid you were thinking the same thing as me, right?"

Forty-Nine Wild Spirits (Part 3) Dragon King

(Miss Silver's boasting is a secondary setting in this book. The Scourge of the Arcane and Abel have become a dark history, and there is a serious lack of information.)

"As I said, Abel and Toril's current state is unnatural, and it cannot last for long."

Yin is actually quite introverted - she's not shy, but she doesn't like socializing either. So she's quite talkative around people she knows, but not so keen on making friends with strangers.

Therefore, she did not like to do things in the public eye like in the Elders' Hall, and would rather start talking after the team reunited.

On the other hand, because all the members of this team have a strong magical background, no matter what she says, the team can keep up.

"During my time living in Abel, I've fully understood what happened: Simply put, the rampage of the Demonic Web caused a dislocation in time and space, causing planets that should have never met to actually intersect. And this dislocation is actually familiar to you."

Silver floated in mid-air and said, "—It's just like the worst kind of mishap with teleportation and plane shifting. Mortals get stuck in walls, in the ground, in mountains. And several regions of Toril are intertwined with the region of Abeir."

Most of the team members present gasped: "Hiss..."

The unfortunate incident of teleportation was a very powerful word to most people present.

If the caster is not familiar enough with his or her target, it will be difficult for the teleportation spell to accurately teleport the caster to the target location, and various deviations may easily occur.

Not long ago, their team's teleportation to Candlekeep was actually a serious accident of that level: they were directly teleported into the sky.

Had they been more unfortunate in that incident, the earth might have become their grave.

Pleased with their reaction, Yin clapped his hands. "So, the earth-shattering catastrophes of the Arcane Scourge weren't actually caused directly by the Weave. Also, the displacement of the continents was merely a symptom."

What really caused the devastating disaster was the compression and collision of two planets under the earth.

Emiya asked, "You used teleportation as an analogy... So, you intend to teleport the dislocated land back to its original location?"

This project is so huge that it is beyond imagination. Can Yin really do this now?

"It can't be done." Yin said rather bluntly, "But actually, if we understand why everything happened, we'll know what to do. To use a spell as an analogy, this spell actually has a duration, or can be dispelled. Is it possible to reverse the entire effect directly? Ao personally could do it."

Miss Yin casually mentioned the name of a certain remarkable god, seemingly oblivious to her. "But He is never worthy of reliance. To Him, one year, ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years might not make any difference."

Emiya frowned. "So, you said before that you would defeat Thunder Flower and Tianhe...?"

"Ah, I'm getting off topic." Yin landed on the table from her floating state, but the moment her buttocks touched the table, she shuddered all over and couldn't help but glare at Emiya before continuing, "In short, this wonderful crossover effect should only last for a few years... - and Thunder Flower and Tianhe became the wedge that allowed this crossover to continue to this day.

"They've pinned down the magic web, preventing this crossover from naturally recovering. So, realistically, no matter who can destroy the Thunder Flower and the Sky River, the crossover will end within a few months." Yin said this with a hint of pride. "As long as we can withstand the full force of the Elemental Holy Church's onslaught and prevent those two desolate spirits from suppressing the magic web again, we'll be fine."

To withstand the wrath of two desolate spirits and the entire Elemental Holy Church for months on end without retreat... this is simply an impossible task. Even if the entire Faerun came together, it might not be able to accomplish this goal.

Faerun is just a continent, but the Holy Church of the Elements actually covers half of the planet - not to mention the natural military nature of the Dragon Kingdom.

"What if I let you come?"

"I told you before." Yin leaned back slightly, her robe outlining her slender waist. "It will be done in two days."

At this moment, Emiya pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "In other words, we only need to destroy the Thunder Flower and the Sky River and prevent them from being reoccupied by the Wild Spirits... In this way, perhaps we can further deepen our ties with the Fritia Alliance."

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Ash Frame now felt like his head was about to explode.

He was really stupid. He had known that the adventurers of the Fritia League would scatter like stars in the sky when fighting, so he shouldn't have had the wishful thinking to use these guys to fight a brilliant war.

Now, where each team coming to support from the Fritia Alliance will end up, what kind of enemies they will encounter, how hard they will fight, where they will retreat, and whether they will report to him - these are all uncertain.

He knew clearly that the Alliance's style was not to stand by and watch someone die, and that their strength was no weaker than that of the Holy Church of the Elements - but he just didn't know how many reinforcements the Alliance had sent, and how the battle was going.

This unusual sense of dislocation made Ash Frame feel suffocated.

He glanced in front of him.

Greenwalt Frame, the newly appointed member of the Fritia Alliance, has been acting more like a communicator than a lord, running back and forth between the two sides.

In the past few days, his duties as a communicator have finally come to an end: the Holy Church of the Elements has accumulated more and more troops outside, and he can no longer go back.

He didn't want to try being chased by dozens of dragons just to bring a message back to Halruaa.

What's more, he knew the actual situation of Halrua much more clearly than the Fritia Alliance. Now the most important thing was how to prevent Ashe Frame, the de facto bait, from being swallowed up.

"You don't seem worried at all." Ash Frame might not be unaware of this, but he felt somewhat unwilling.

Greenwater's new territory should have been the bait, right? Why did the dragons of the Holy Elementalists end up near his territory? How many of the Holy Elementalists' teeth were broken?

"...The Lantan people have been of great help to you?"

"Very big," Greenwalt replied seriously. "I'm sure they're trying very hard to get help from outside... but you know, in this situation, only Dragon King Kearney is a trustworthy helper."

If the Lantan people were truly capable of repelling the thousands or tens of thousands of dragons near their territory, then they would be Ashe Frame's most precious and even most troublesome assets. How could they be willing to send them to their own son? This truth was self-evident to everyone.

Even if Ashe Frame used his own financial resources and connections, the number of his fellow tribesmen he could mobilize would be far less than this.

Greenwalt sighed. "Dad, you still have the energy to manage my territory? What should we do next?"

Now, the Holy Church of Elements has used its greatest arm, using an endless army to forcibly surround a lord, and then compressing their activity space day by day, and finally fighting a decisive battle that they are best at, blasting out the dragon of the Fritia Alliance - by the way, turning this territory into scorched earth with the elemental storm.

At this moment, Greenwalt's scales trembled, and the electric sparks around him connected together like exploding hair. He turned around suddenly and looked to the north.

In the northwest, large patches of dark clouds descended from the sky, and countless thunders shuttled and intertwined in the clouds. Finally, they came together like heavy hammers to slam down on the earth, completely engulfing a large area of ​​land in the clouds.

"Is that the direction of Unur Island?" asked Greenwater.

"..." Ashe Frame exhaled, "I lost another island."

This tactic of steadily advancing through enemy territory and laying waste to the enemy's territory was simply disgusting. It might be slow and clumsy, but as a defender, there was really nothing they could do - especially since they were the vanguard of the Fritia Alliance and could hardly mobilize enough forces to change the situation.

After a long time, the faint sound of thunder slowly came from afar to the palace of Ashe Frame.

What's even more deadly is that Unur Island is actually the heartland of Ashe Frame, and it is also on the line connecting Ashe Frame and the territory of Dragon King Kearney.

The fact that the Holy Elemental Church could free up a large amount of power to create an elemental storm in that direction also proved that Ashe Frame's territory had been surrounded three times inside and three times outside, and no news could be transmitted from it.

Greenwalt pondered for a moment, then finally said, "...Dad, I think we should test the strength of the encirclement, then reduce our forces and try to break out of it with an all-out attack."

His suggestion was only met with a cold glare from Ash Frame.

This almost meant that all that Ashe Frame had accumulated in his life was wiped out, and he became a wandering adventurer again. From then on, his status in the Fritia Alliance was even lower than that of his son Greenwalt.

It is not easy to come up with such a bold decision.

"Dad," Greenwalt said seriously, "The Holy Elemental Church is now producing elemental amber."

This means that all the captives and wounded who do not have time to escape will become nutrients for the elemental amber and will die without a burial place.

"Let me think about it again, let me think about it again..."

Just as the two dragons were racking their brains over how to break the impasse, a purple ball of light rose silently into the sky from the northwest.

It pierced the sky like real light, pierced through the clouds with a gorgeous arc, and finally descended at high speed, covering a distance of thousands of kilometers in tens of minutes, and accurately bombarded the place where the air element storm gathered.

The Holy Dragons were originally admiring their own masterpiece nearby, but by the time they realized the appearance of the streak of light and what it represented, it was already too late.

This magnificent sphere sank into the rolling thunderclouds and disappeared.

After a while, a deep, pitch-black void suddenly erupted, instantly dragging all inorganic and organic matter within a radius of nearly a kilometer into the center of the black hole. Amidst creaking cracks and wailing cries, everything was forcibly squeezed into a terrifying mass of rock, lightning, and flesh.

Under the pressure of external forces, the amber of air within the storm struggled to pierce the scales of a giant dragon, embedding itself into its flesh. As if a switch had been flipped, the dragon's internal strength was devoured by the amber like a flood, and the entire dragon was almost instantly reduced to a dried corpse. Although the dragon didn't die immediately from the amber's torture, its damaged body could no longer withstand the pull of the black hole, and was instantly crushed into countless fragments.

The black hole didn't last long. After just a few seconds, the strange gravitational pull disappeared, but all the matter pulled together by the black hole had been completely squeezed into a ball.

"...Dragon King Kearney!" Upon seeing this, the Holy Dragons almost screamed in unison. Their once neat formation completely collapsed, and they scattered across the sky. "Kearney has officially joined the battle!"

Take a day off

My severe procrastination habit has created another deadline for me that I have to work my ass off to complete, so I don’t have time to write any more books today. The most fatal thing is that procrastination at this time will only make my enthusiasm for writing books extremely high, urging me to squander the precious time that is already running out. So I have to take a day off today. I am very sorry!!!

Fifty Storms (I)

"The tenth day." The Grand Duchess of Baldur's Gate frowned and tore off a page of the calendar.

She is one of the highest-ranking members of the Harpers and is supposed to be the most informed representative on the continent.

However, ever since the All-Knowing One appeared and she and her husband used various excuses not to visit, the connection between the Harpers and her had unknowingly become distant.

At first, the information was just transmitted slowly, but later the information transmitted became more and more sloppy, and its credibility began to plummet visibly.

By this time, no harpist had come to the door for ten consecutive days.

This is simply unreasonable.

The Harper Alliance is supposed to be a loose organization, jointly led by the churches of several gods, and it has never been heard of that it is so obedient to a single individual.

It had only been a short time, and it was almost as if he had become the all-knowing and only private soldier.

The news on the surface is coming in one after another.

Some time ago, Team Emia was rampaging and turning all the forces in the Western Central Land upside down, but it was impossible for them to change the situation in the continent of Faerun on their own.

In the south, the Flaming Fist's Chult Fortress reported that their Eastern Expeditionary Force had discovered traces of large-scale operations and stationings by the Red Mages of Cyre. Although Chult and Halruaa were on the same continent, they were separated from Lantan by the sea, thousands of kilometers away from Halruaa, and nearly half a planet away from Cyre.

Even worse, the messengers from Elturgard also sent a message: the number of merchants coming from the east has become increasingly scarce, and it is said that the Red Robe Wizard of Sel has begun to block Dragon Lake and the Sea of ​​Falling Stars.

The center of Faerûn is the Fallen Star Sea, which stretches across almost the entire continent. Cyre is located on the eastern shore of the Fallen Star Sea. If their power continues to grow, it is foreseeable that they will expand in all directions by using the Fallen Star Sea.

The question is, how big their appetite is... and what exactly the All-Knowing One intends to do.

Ai Meng lay on his back in his chair, and seeing the crimson shadow covering half of the continent, he could only sigh to the sky.

The Apodale Squad had slaughtered countless people at the ruins of Halrua, leaving Cyre exhausted. They had only rested for about twenty years when Cyre was about to swallow up all of Southern Faerûn.

What the hell.

She pushed a piece of paper on the table to the side in annoyance.

It was a letter of enlistment from the second largest church in Baldur's Gate.

A letter of enlistment from the Church of the Sea Goddess Amberly.

The target of the challenge was the Red Mage Sel.

The sun really rises from the west! These people usually just short of using the ocean to blackmail the Council of Four, and now they suddenly appear and say they want to punish evildoers!!!

When Imoen saw the letter, he could hardly believe his eyes: among the most notorious groups on the continent of Faerun, wasn't the Fury Pantheon to which Amberlee belonged also on the list?

The Fury pantheon represents the fury of nature: storms, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, wildfires, earthquakes, floods, plagues—this pantheon is based on the fears of mortals. Yet, the forces they represent are an inescapable part of life.

Therefore, even though the Good Church deeply hated the Wrathful Pantheon, they would not easily cause trouble: a typical church's revenge would be to gather forces and attack. The Wrathful Pantheon, on the other hand, relied on slaughtering civilians to please the gods, establish their power, and recruit allies through the promotion of force—and their method of promoting force was to call upon natural disasters.

If you kill him, he will definitely go and kill civilians. So normally, as long as they don't do anything naughty, Imoen can only turn a blind eye.

Then this group of guys jumped out and said they wanted to eliminate demons and defend the way - Imoen thought he had just woken up and could no longer understand the common language!

Of course, Imoen could guess at a more superficial reason: the Sea of ​​Fallen Stars was equally important in Faerûn. If the Red Mages of Cyre were to attempt to invade it, they would quickly become a target of public criticism. If Umberlee could join this crusade, or even demonstrate some effectiveness, perhaps even larger bodies of water would be able to stir up trouble for them from now on.

Is that all? Did the priestesses of Umberlee get any news?

Imoen was somewhat anxious. Baldur's Gate, as a major transportation hub, allowed for smooth communication. But compared to the information channels the High Harpers once enjoyed, it was still far too isolated. She had been forced to use short messages to send to the other Harpers one by one, trying to squeeze out any information.

She could feel the thunder roaring and the dark clouds descending. The storm blew open the window, but when she leaned out, she saw a clear sky.

At this moment, her shapeshifter servant Lorian suddenly knocked on Imoen's study: "Grand Duke, I have something personal to discuss with you."

"Private matter?" Imoen was a little surprised.

What private affairs could shapeshifters have? She paid Lorian a generous salary, and outside of working hours, as long as no one was brought into her wizard tower, she would not interfere.

Lorien was still wearing her maid outfit, but a hint of hesitation was rare on her face. "Grand Duke, my people are back."

“…You’re back?!”

After Emya's victory over the Arm of Friends, her first gift to the Harpers was a large number of captured shapeshifters. These mind-reading creatures were a natural fit for the Harpers, serving as secretaries and assistants, eliminating much unnecessary intrigue.

If an assistant of this level betrays you, he will be killed immediately.

return?

Lorien's voice was also filled with confusion. "They have no clue either—before they left, the high-ranking Harpers they served seemed to be strengthening their organization, and the people around them are as defensive as a wall."

“…It’s good to be back.”

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