Broad World

Just when Henry left the cemetery area in a relaxed mood, the three giant airships were moving at full speed in the direction of Askatra along the set route. After a night of flying, half of the journey has now been completed. After all, Angome Island is in the storm-prone seas southwest of Amn, even closer than Baldur's Gate.

On the largest troop transport airship "Giant", countless barbarian warriors were watching the scenery in the sky through the glass windows, each of them seemed excited and nervous, and a few superstitious guys kept their eyes closed, silently Pray to Tempus, god of war, to get out of the belly of this flying monster.

For most barbarians, it is impossible to understand how such a huge thing can fly. More than 90% of the guys think that the airship is a living monster, and they are all swallowed.

No way, most of these savages don't even know a few words, let alone understand esoteric issues such as air specific gravity.

In this regard, the half-orc Vaughan, who is the chief, has nothing to do. He can only patrol the aisle back and forth to prevent those overly excited guys from causing unnecessary damage, especially those rookies who have never been to the sky.

Along the way, he'd managed to knock out two dozen guys trying to jump off the airship, and he'd also dealt with several brawls that erupted out of extreme boredom.

It has to be said that the barbarian is really not a qualified soldier. Because they advocate fair fighting, they seldom form a formation, and never sneak attack or besiege an enemy together. Their characters are simple and violent, and they have no discipline at all.

But it is these warriors with strong bodies, tenacious vitality, and skilled martial arts that are the first choice in magic warfare. Because they are full of a sense of honor, even if they see a dragon, they dare to raise their weapons and rush forward without hesitation, even if they die in the next second, they will not take a step back. It's not like ordinary human soldiers are very easy to be frightened by huge monsters.

Of course, there are also disadvantages, one of which is that it is difficult to manage. When they were in Blue Winter City, the barbarian warriors often drank and made troubles, and fighting was even more commonplace.

Looking at the noisy scene in the cabin, Vaughan finally gave up his plan to quiet everyone down, sighed deeply and complained: "Damn it! I swear I will take another airship when I come back!"

"Ho Ho!" Ares the brown bear lying on the ground shook his head and growled twice.

For the convenience of transportation, its size has been reduced several times, and now it is only slightly larger than its peers. He was putting on a lazy look, staying motionless in the center of the airship. It's not that it doesn't want to move, but that it was told not to move when it came up. After all, although the size has shrunk, the weight has not changed at all. Once a living thing weighing several tons runs around, the entire airship is in danger of losing control.

"Okay, I know you are still lying here and can't move, and you are very upset. Hold on for a few more hours, and we will be there soon." Vaughan lay down on the soft fur of the brown bear. Although he was neither a druid nor a ranger, he could still hear the emotion in Ares' roar.

One person and one bear just quietly closed their eyes and rested their minds, completely ignoring those who kept walking back and forth. An overactive young savage. Perhaps because they knew that the battle was imminent, there was faint excitement in their eyes, and those experienced fighters were either resting or cleaning their weapons and armor. Keep your equipment in perfect condition.

On the other side, Borken, who is the top person in charge, is staring intently at the magic map in order to adjust the direction at any time to prevent being blown away from the established route by the strong airflow.

After readjusting the flight altitude, he turned his head and said to Robert who was hiding in the corner: "While there is still time, you'd better introduce the enemy this time, in as much detail as possible, and let us all do it." I know what's in my mind."

"I have a detailed document here. You can pass it on for a look. Don't be frightened by the content recorded on it." Said the bandit leader with a malicious smile on his face, and handed over the notepad he was carrying with him. past.

Debra, who was the closest, had quick hands and quick eyes. She snatched it up and couldn't wait to quickly look through it. After a few seconds, her complexion began to change drastically, from normal to rosy, then pale, black, and finally even iron blue. Her expression immediately aroused everyone's curiosity. Obviously, the content recorded above is quite terrifying. Otherwise this effect would never have been possible.

It didn't take long for everyone present to read the above content, and bowed their heads in thought without saying a word. The atmosphere became quite depressing for a while, especially Amy, who was peaceful by nature, reacted particularly strongly, her eyes full of fear. She was completely frightened by Joan Irenicas's terrifying power and brutal methods, and her hands kept shaking slightly.

After glancing at everyone's expressions. The corners of Robert's mouth turned up slightly, and he joked with a smile: "Why are you not talking anymore? You must be afraid."

"Nonsense! That's a legendary mage with a spellcasting level of more than 30. As long as the mind is normal, there will be a sense of fear." Debra retorted without showing any weakness. She and the thieves leader have never dealt with each other very well. Although it hasn't become known to everyone, there have been many confrontations in secret, and no one has taken advantage of it.

"Ha! It's the first time I've seen someone express fear so confidently." Robbit sneered and curled his lips, his disdain clearly written on his face, anyone who wasn't a fool could see it.

Debra obviously couldn't bear such contempt, narrowed her eyes and said ironically: "Hmph, at least I dare to face my fear, unlike some people who are clearly afraid of dying, but pretend to be fearless .”

"Are you talking about me again?" Robert asked lightly with his fingers. Although he still has a smile on his face at the moment, anyone who is a little familiar with it knows that this is the prelude to doing something.

"If you know it...that's it." After speaking, Debra lightly touched the ring on her hand, and she was also ready to do it.

"It seems that I need to prove my innocence. By the way... let you re-understand the gap between us." As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Robert's eyes, and he disappeared instantly. This is not because he has entered a stealth state, but because he is moving too fast and his eyesight can't keep up.

Debra didn't have time to chant spells at all, so she could only waste one shot of "Stoneskin Technique" stored in the ring. She only felt that the magic had just begun to take effect when the sharp blade stabbed her throat. As long as it is a little late, blood will splatter on the spot.

After a miss, Robert played with the dagger in his hand and smiled contemptuously: "Haha, good reaction, it seems that you haven't forgotten how to fight a thief all these years."

"Despicable little thief! I'll let you taste the power of a spellcaster right away!" Debra finally couldn't help but roared angrily. She couldn't believe it, she hadn't seen her for a few months, and the bandit leader in front of her moved so much faster.

"You don't seem to have figured out your situation yet, but that's okay, I'll let you know the gap between us right away." As he spoke, Robert took out a magic scroll and activated it without saying a word. In the blink of an eye, the stone skin technique was peeled off completely.

"This... this is impossible!!!" Debra yelled in horror as she saw the fading magic protection.

Not only her, but even Amy and Borken were shocked. There is no doubt that this is the special ability "Universal Skilled Hand" unique to legendary thieves, because the scroll just now is a type that only mages, warlocks and bards can use, not a general scroll that ordinary people can use.

Robert, who had the upper hand, did not continue to embarrass Debra, but snorted lightly, and said in a very flat tone: "Do you understand now? When you were doing magic research on the island, I experienced something with the master. Unimaginably dangerous. I need not be afraid at all, because Joan Irenicus is not the strongest of all enemies."

After hearing this sentence, everyone present gasped. At the same time, a strong curiosity also rose in the bottom of my heart.

Legendary mages with more than 30 levels are not considered the strongest, so what should be the strongest enemy? god? Demon Lord? Grand Duke of the Devil? Or ancient monsters and gods?

They can never imagine how exciting this journey is. The Son of Baal seemed like a giant magnet. At once, all the ghosts and monsters were attracted. Ordinary adventurers may never encounter such an experience once in their lifetime, but Apodel not only encountered them all, but also survived struggling. He really deserves to be the child of destiny. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died in the first wave of assassination. down.

After the silence, Borken raised his head and asked in a low voice: "So...can you tell me Henry's current spellcasting level?"

"Not sure, it should be around thirty-six, maybe even higher." Robert expressed his guess.

In his opinion. Since his master can subdue an undead creature of the level of a demilich, he should naturally have a spellcasting level similar to that of the other party, and may even exceed it. However, this is obviously not the case. Henry's spellcasting level has already passed the forty mark, and he is undoubtedly ranked in the first echelon of spellcasters on the main plane.

"I see..." Borken suddenly realized and nodded.

This arcanist left over from the Netheril era had seen Iolum, who opened the golden age of magic, and Karthus, who was said to be the most talented, so he was not as surprised as others speechless. He knew very well that in the world of magic, those talented geniuses cannot be measured by common sense.

The reason why geniuses are called geniuses is because their way of thinking is completely different from that of ordinary spellcasters. Legend has it that Karthus performed his first zero-level trick when he was less than two years old, what a monstrous talent.

You must know that even the simplest magic is equivalent to the complexity of high school mathematics on earth, even if an adult does not have a qualified honesty to teach it, it is difficult to understand, let alone a two-year-old child.

In the wizarding world, intelligence and talent are not redeemed through hard work. It represents a spellcaster's speed of learning, creativity, and out-of-the-box thinking. People who can have these are destined to be extraordinary from birth. In Borken's eyes, Henry seems to have become one of them.

He sighed slightly and said to the two people who were confronting each other: "Okay. Let's stop this matter, there is no need to continue arguing. After all, it is impossible for Henry to mobilize so much power for no reason. I believe he already has We have a clear plan, we just need to follow the order. Amy, go check the golem in the bilge, I don’t want any accidents when I use it.”

"Understood." Amy bowed and immediately turned and left the command room.

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