Equipment Printing School Mage

Now, their biggest trouble is not outside, but inside.

To be more precise, it was Mars and the Seraph Phileresel who were eyeing each other covetously.

The duel between Filleresel and Mars was naturally extremely disadvantageous to Mars - Mars did not dare to actually hurt a Seraph God Servant, nor did he dare to be hurt by the indestructible beheading sword. He was forced to restrain his original fighting style that was mainly based on open and close attacks, while Filleresel came with the intention of venting his anger.

Although he didn't use up all his magic and unleash his bow and arrows with unleashing firepower, he showed no mercy when his Wukong Beheading Sword swung.

The tense atmosphere on the airship at this moment came from the result of the battle: Phileresel failed to defeat Mars within more than ten rounds!

If this result only made her speechless with anger, then what truly broke the heart of this Seraph of Corellon was her reunion with Metatron.

These two Seraphim servants who have some hatred for each other have not seen each other for thousands of years.

However, the reunion was not pleasant: Mars was very satisfied with the previous battle, so he excitedly challenged Metatron.

Unfortunately, Metatron had been in combat mode all this time, so he always had a large number of spells at his disposal. As a result, Mars was grabbed by the Sky Dance Sword after only one move.

The most unpleasant part of this battle was that Filleracell discovered something that she could not understand at all: there was arcane magic in the blessing spell on Metatron.

Moreover, it is Metatron's own arcane magic.

The strength of the Seraphic God's servants is extremely close, and the chance of winning in a fight will not exceed 60% at most, and will not be less than 40% at least - this is common sense that has remained constant for tens of thousands of years and has never been challenged.

Even during the time when she was friends with Metatron, they had fought each other privately many times, and the win-loss record had never violated this point.

What's going on? After thousands of years, Metatron has become a wizard?!

Phileresel was sitting on the side of the airship at the moment, observing the familiar yet strange old friend with his peripheral vision from time to time.

Then, she was met with Metatron's gaze and cold words.

Metatron narrowed his eyes slightly, a murderous look surging in his eyes. "Fileracel, you clearly came here to serve as a guide and messenger, yet you ended up doing so many insignificant things. It seems you haven't changed at all since thousands of years ago."

"I just need to do my most critical task." Fillerasiel's pointed ears twitched, his face flushed, and he immediately retorted, "It's better than someone not even doing their job well!"

Metatron shuddered and was silenced by these words.

Even though Silver has been resurrected now, that day is still the deepest scar in Metatron's heart.

However, the next second, Yin popped his head out from under the deck and asked excitedly, "Metta made a big mistake? What mistake? How come I didn't know about it? Tell me quickly!"

Now the two Seraphim servants could only look at each other in bewilderment.

Filleresel's momentum was extinguished by this sentence, and he could only look around angrily and say something else: "How does this flying ship work? How is it so much faster than our magic ship?"

The elven magic ships were the forerunners of airships. However, with the incorporation of Abel's elemental amber into magical craft, the maneuverability of the old magic ships has been greatly improved. Coupled with the innovation of weaponry, the elven magic ships that still used ordinary magic or even ballistae have become obsolete.

However, after all, they still needed Phileresel to lead the way. Emilia didn't dare to offend this female Seraphim who was obviously as poor-minded as her body at this point in time. She could only say, "If you are interested, I can give Avando a few samples after the war."

"...Just give it to me?!" Filleresel had just wanted to change the subject casually, but he had never expected Emilia to be so generous. He was speechless for a long time and could only say, "If you were so generous ten thousand years ago..."

Unfortunately, Emilia wanted to give something at that time, but unfortunately she was truly unarmed. Even if she wanted to give something, she really had nothing to give.

The set of thunder armor that Emiya gave to Thor could be said to have borrowed the power of the wild spirits, but Halrua's new airship was completely futuristic technology, and Emiya absolutely could not show it at that time.

So, all he could say was, "I hope it's not too late."

During the Battle of Sharptooth Forest, the unique acceleration method known as the Drive Array was proven in actual combat. Unfortunately, this acceleration method could not be used by a single ship for the time being.

Despite this, the cruising speed of the Type 1 airship was enough to make the journey take only a dozen minutes.

The waves of the Moon Sea reached their limit, and the deep green color began to erode the azure border.

"We're here. Cormanthor Forest." Filleresel looked down at the endless forest and murmured, "This place wasn't prosperous at first, but gradually became the center of the elves in the mortal world... Emya, do you know why?"

Aimiya didn't dare to speak.

The prosperity of this place is due to the fact that a large number of elven leaders were summoned to this forest by Corellon in their dreams and established a secret organization independent of the worldly church and kingdom.

The purpose of establishing this organization is to clarify the potential shadows of the previous Crown Wars.

——In other words, Mr. Emilia has a direct debt of gratitude or responsibility for the prosperity of Comanzo.

If he had not forced those craftsmen of the Wasan family to behave themselves repeatedly ten thousand years ago, Corellon might not have made that decision.

Although the cause and effect of time is not that simple, Emilia still feels a little guilty: "Does this have anything to do with why we came here?"

"Yes," Metatron suddenly said. "The relationship between His Majesty Corellon and our Lord has always been good. The founders of Myth Drannor, the capital of Cormanthor, hoped to independently create mythals through learning without the direct assistance of Serret. This process attracted the attention and support of many gods. The people of Myth Drannor succeeded and created a glorious civilization here."

Learn, don't rely. Create, don't cherish.

This is Yin's consistent attitude towards magic.

"...Myth Drannor." Filleracel muttered the name, a touch of sadness in his eyes. "After the disintegration of Erivandar, Myth Drannor continued the glory of elven civilization... yet this glory was ultimately destroyed. The people of Myth Drannor have experienced countless migrations. Today, Myth Drannor is more like an archaeological base than an ancient capital.

"Civilization, knowledge, even history have vanished, leaving only time," Fillerethel sighed. "It sank for centuries under the pressure of the demons, only to recover on the eve of the Spellbane. If it weren't for Sirinthi's presence here, perhaps this new Myth Drannor would have perished once more."

"I've been wanting to ask this for a long time." In between Fillerisel's words, Yin asked, "Who is Silinsi? Why have you mentioned her so many times?"

"... She's back. That feeling is back!" Filleresel was so angry at this that his veins bulged. In the end, he could only say helplessly, "To be honest, when she rose to power, you were already... dead. Her real name is Oluviara Esterda, and she was the patriarch of the Sirinsi family. However, her family was destroyed in the invasion of drow and orcs. She successfully arrived at the former Myth Drannor with the survivors of her city. Unfortunately, she is already the last member of the Sirinsi family."

"From now on, she will be called Silinxi directly - she is Silinxi herself." Having said this, Fillerasiel glanced at Elaster who was listening beside him.

Just like Elastrid.

"During that period, her last time with you should have overlapped."

Yin thought about it seriously, and finally shook his head: "No impression. I guess she hadn't made a name for herself at that time."

"Indeed, not at all. Upon arriving in Myth Drannor, she abandoned her life as a living being for the sake of duty and growth, becoming a beren. Though I haven't specifically followed her, I imagine it was during that process that she began her rapid advancement, ultimately rising to become Toril's foremost mage."

Beren is a special creature among the elves. If the common name is not accurate, it can be simply called Beren Lich.

This creature is infinitely close to a lich: undead, long-lived, universally spellcaster—

However, Beren's transformation is not as evil as that of a lich, nor does it need a soul to maintain its existence. They are closer to a kind of guardian who is willing to protect the family, knowledge and wealth for a long time.

"And what's most unique about Silinsi is that she was once cared for by the second-generation goddess of magic, Mystra, and became the only elf to be reborn from Beren. She's a living being now... Although, even if we put aside the time she spent as Beren, she's probably close to two thousand years old now."

Old enough even for an elf.

At the same time, her existence itself is one of the witnesses of the thousands-year-old friendship between the Seldarine pantheon and the magical pantheon.

"I see, the chosen ones of Mystra..." Yin whispered.

She also lifted her feet and jumped onto the side of the airship. She looked down, raised her eyebrows, and said, "This Myth Drannor is much more lively than I imagined."

Amyia was stunned for a moment: "What did you find?"

"There are many magical elects down here," Yin said. "The crazy woman I cured in Candlekeep is also here."

"...madwoman?" Everyone present took a few seconds to react to the extremely rude term, then all looked horrified. "Queen Simbu of Agorrond is here too?"

I'm a bit stuck and need to take a night off.

Because I reached a critical juncture, I hesitated over several directions, deleted and revised, and ultimately lacked inspiration and could not complete the draft, so I have to talk about it tomorrow. I will try to make up for this overdue update in the next few days. I am very sorry.

There will definitely be a chapter before midnight on the 29th.

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Thirty-seven Comanthos (IV) Silver's Extortion Journey

"A hundred years ago, I received the Sword of Domination from you... At that time, I thought I was one of the luckiest elves in the world. I was merely blessed by my father's grace, yet I was recognized by Sirinth." The young Ilsvir Militah, the current queen of Myth Drannor, was somewhat excited at the moment. "At that time, I only wanted to keep Myth Drannor going, even if it was just a ruin carrying the history of the past. I would never dare to think that I could regain the favor of His Majesty Corellon..."

However, Myth Drannor's resurgence was far faster than she had imagined.

Not every elf can hear Corellon's oracle in person, and she is one of the very few who are favored by the god.

"Ilsvel, the responsibility is glorious, but also heavy." Sitting in front of her tea table was the archmage Sirinsi, who was perhaps one of the oldest elves and even mortals in the world, and the only one who was resurrected from Beren as a living being.

She was at least several thousand years old, and even by elven standards she should have left for Avandor long ago. But at this moment, Silinsi still looked like a young elf, with no signs of aging at all.

However, Queen Myth Drannor was no longer surprised by this - for one thing, she had been living with Sirinsi for a hundred years, and secondly, there were simply too many immortal monsters in Myth Drannor now.

She herself had witnessed the mental transformation of a beautiful young woman in the previous few months. At first, her mind was like that of a little girl who had just begun to understand, acting coquettishly and doing whatever she wanted, but within a very short time, she became deep and gloomy. In the end, she became as arrogant and proud as her true identity.

This beautiful woman is actually almost a thousand years old.

Queen Myth Drannor had no objection to accepting the Himbu. This place had once been a model of harmonious coexistence and common progress among all races. Although it was now in ruins and closed to the outside world, she could not completely abandon such a precious spirit.

However, she still didn't expect that Mysdranor would come to the crossroads of fate so soon.

"Halrua's new Mage-King should be arriving soon, right?" the queen sighed softly. "Myth Drannor's maze prohibits direct teleportation into here, and it's unclear how they'll reach Cormanthor Forest... or even their exact arrival time."

Halruaa and Cormanthor... This journey truly spanned the entire continent of Faerun, from the southernmost point to the extreme north.

At this moment, a breeze suddenly arose from nowhere, rising from the magnificent palace of Myth Drannor and blowing towards the sky.

"...?" The Queen was stunned for a moment and asked, "Lady Silinxi, what happened?"

The queen was somewhat skilled in magic, but was best known for her archery skills. She could only sense that something must have happened.

Silinxi stared at the sky blankly, a ray of silver light flashed in her eyes: "Miss Yin is here."

The Queen was silent for a moment, then asked, "Could that Miss Yin really be...?"

"I wasn't sure before." Silinxi took a deep breath. "Now... I'm certain that her control over the Silver Fire surpasses even that of the second-generation Magic Goddesses. In this case, whether the All-Knowing One is Mystra or not is irrelevant... and whether Emiya's own abilities are flawed or not is no longer important."

"Well," the queen stood up, "the other king has come from afar, and I must go and greet him personally."

"We have to hurry," said Sirinsi, "The Queen of Agoralond has also set off."

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Now, although Emiya was not sensitive to the differences in the forest, he could at least vaguely see that ruins were gradually beginning to appear in the forest.

The dark ball in front of the airship was removed, and violent winds from all directions began to surge towards the airship, and the airship began to slow down and descend rapidly in this fierce storm.

"The puzzles of Myth Drannor are very famous!" Mars said loudly. "Should we pause in the air and contact the owner here, Ilswell Milittar?"

"As it should be." Emilia replied.

However, just as the airship began to slow down and cruise in the air, a silver bolt of lightning suddenly rose into the sky from the lush forest.

When she saw the lightning, Emiya's pupils shrank slightly.

As someone who also held the magic net, he was able to realize the nature of the thunder.

This phenomenon is achieved by a very small number of people who perceive themselves as one with the Magic Weave. In this case, the physical body is merely a manifestation of the Magic Weave, which can be said to be the ultimate transformation achieved by the Magic Weave.

Emiya could never believe that she was part of the magic network, so it was impossible for her to use this ability.

As far as he knew, even the vast majority of the Magic Chosen did not have this ability—

Ximbu, Queen of Argolrond, was so skilled in magic that she surpassed even her six sisters and even Elminster.

Yin's eyes lit up the moment he saw the lightning: "... Very good, very good. She has a very, very good talent!"

Emiya snorted, "Yeah, much better than me."

He himself had been laughed at by Yin several times and his talent was only average.

"--Your talent is considered average to below average?" Yin and Emilia's Versailles remarks made Fillerisel, who was standing by, unable to bear it. "A 22-year-old ninth-ring mage, with average to below average talent?"

"With so many adventures and me personally by their side, this speed can't be considered fast at all." Yin sighed, and she was explaining seriously.

"An elf who can become a Nine-Ring Mage at the age of three hundred is already a genius among geniuses..."

"..." Yin turned his head and said with pity, "...The reason why I later sought believers among humans was because I felt that elves were too lazy and stupid. The more talented Halruaans could perform tricks at the age of eight. By the time they were in high school, they were already first-ring mages. And the elves often took years to learn a single trick..."

"Hey?!"

Even though Metatron realized the topic was not going well and began to quietly step aside, he still couldn't avoid Silver's machine gun fire. "I've only seen Metatron who's dumber than an elf. He clearly has talent, but it took him thousands of years to become a Ten-Ring Mage."

Just as Yin continued to bully the two Seraphic Gods, the silver lightning made a turn in the air and pierced through the air. In an instant it flew onto the airship and turned into a familiar figure.

She was, of course, Xinbu. In fact, Emiya and her companions had seen her many times before and were already familiar with her appearance back in Candlekeep. But Emiya had to admit that temperament had a profound influence on a person's appearance.

The naiveté they had felt before, even tinged with foolishness, had completely vanished. Now, before them stood the true King of Agorrond.

Her talent for the arcane is so great that there is debate as to whether she is a warlock or a mage, with some claiming that her use of magic is almost instinctive rather than logical. As a result, her combat style can be described as extremely simple and crude.

However, she is indeed one of the most talented wizards in Faerun, and to this day, Xinbu's secret method of healing is still the only arcane spell that can heal others.

But what really makes her stand out is the so-called "sequencer" spell.

Trigger spells and chain trigger spells have become the life-saving trump cards of countless mages. Any mage must consider the impact of trigger spells before attacking his peers, and the integrity of these two spells can often determine victory or defeat, and even life or death.

And Xinbu independently developed several other sequencers as her unique spells: Xinbu's Spell Instant and Xinbu's Spell Sequence.

Briefly describe the effects of these two spells - while others were still racking their brains over how to deal with the trigger spell, she had already cast seven or eight spells.

The only thing to be thankful for is that, precisely because she is invincible through her daily bombardment, she is not a wizard who is particularly specialized in magical attack and defense.