Broad World

Tyran Tyre carefully looked at Lina in front of him. He had heard Henry talk about a genius sister a long time ago. It took the girl just over a year to master several zero-level spells by self-study. As an archmage who has taught countless apprentices, he is well aware of how terrifying this talent is.

But the fact that Lina likes to do dangerous experiments gave Tyrantyr a headache. One Merikan is enough to worry about, I don't know what will happen to them together. After thinking about it for a while, he finally accepted the girl with a slight nod. After all, it is very tempting to be able to teach a genius himself.

"Master, I will leave all these children to you. I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I won't disturb you." Henry touched the heads of Alan and Liv and gently pushed them over.

Tyran Tyre stroked his gray beard, then took the hands of the two little guys and nodded to Henry. "Don't worry, I will tell Taling to take good care of them. Besides, those heavy magic powers are very good. I have already researched some clues, and I will send you a copy of the research results after a while."

After bowing, Henry took his wife's hand and used "group teleportation" again to return to the mansion at Baldur's Gate. Seeing Shikodi's worried expression, he gently kissed his wife's forehead and comforted him: "There is nothing to worry about. Master Tyrantiel is very experienced in teaching apprentices, Liv and Allen will be fine."

Shi Kodi hugged her husband tightly and asked in a low voice: "Can I visit often? After all, the two of them are still a little young, so I am really worried."

"Of course, but not too often. Otherwise, the master's teaching plan will be disrupted. It is limited to once every two months." Henry thought about it and agreed to his wife's request. Although he knows very well that learning magic is best kept in isolation. Only in this way can we devote ourselves wholeheartedly without being disturbed by the outside world. But who can deny a mother to visit her child.

After setting up the wife. Henry left in a hurry. Shikodi met her husband's new lover in the mansion, and she greeted Doris lukewarmly before returning to the bedroom. As the daughter of a nobleman, Shikodi has long been used to men looking for lovers outside. After all, Henry doesn't have many mistresses. You must know that her elder brother, Duke Anta Silver Shield, has at least thirty mistresses outside.

As soon as he returned to the mage's tower on the island, Henry immediately found Borken and began to learn the magic-casting skills of the arcanists. For him, women are just an embellishment of life, and only strong power and infinite knowledge are the goals of life. The two of them were discussing about the magic knowledge of the Netheril period on the top floor of the mage's tower without sleep. This kind of intense discussion lasted for five consecutive days before stopping.

Borken rubbed his forehead wearily and said with a wry smile: "I've already told you everything I know. I really don't understand why you have to learn this. In my opinion, arcanists' casting speed is a bit slow, and the number of spells they can master is far less than that of mages now."

"My friend, you have to understand that everything a mage does now is built on the magic net. Once they go to the lower planes or the outer planes where the magic net is weak, the mages will become extremely vulnerable. In some places where the magic fluctuations are too chaotic, they don't even dare to cast spells. But arcanists are completely different. All arcanists directly extract energy from the essence of magic to construct spells. They neither need magic nets nor are they afraid of frenzied magic fluctuations." eyes. He knew very well that the Goddess of Magic would eventually be killed by the Prince of Lies, Cyric, and the Shadow Lady, Shar. At that time, not only the magic net, but also the shadow magic net would collapse.

Borken nodded. Then he warned with a serious expression: "That's right. But you have to remember that once you transform into an arcanist, you can no longer believe in any gods. And when you get in touch with the essence and become a great arcanist, all priest's healing spells will no longer work on you."

"Haha, don't worry about that. I'm not one of those who believe in the gods of nature. As a primitive druid who obtained magic from nature, my magic and ideas will not conflict with arcanists at all." Henry smiled and explained his philosophy of druidism.

Borken's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he sighed slightly after a while. "It's an incredible theory. If you were born in the Netheril era, then our great magic civilization and floating city may be able to continue."

Henry stood up and patted Borken's shoulder to comfort him: "Don't sigh. Although Netheril has been destroyed, we can rebuild a new magic civilization through hard work. I heard that the number of people who have come to learn magic in the college area of ​​the city has exceeded 600. As long as talented apprentices are continuously selected from them, this goal will be realized sooner or later."

Speaking of apprentices, Borken had a gratified smile on his face. "Yes, I often go there to take a look. When I think of those energetic apprentices, I feel that the future is full of hope. Maybe in a few decades you will have a large number of mages, and this goal is likely to be realized by then."

"Of course, I'm full of expectations for the future. As for now, we should all go to sleep." Henry waved at Borken and went straight through the portal back to the mansion of Baldur's Gate. As soon as he entered the door, he hurried back to the bedroom and turned on the system.

Henry Angomey (absolutely neutral) occupation: mage (arcanist) level 16 25148012625000, druid level 14 25048003000000

Strength: 17

Agility: 19

Constitution: 17

Intelligence: 23

Wisdom: 21

Charm: 19

You gain a new class (arcanist). At any time, the spell slot can be converted into the arc needed by the arcanist to cast a spell, the first-level spell slot is converted into one arc, the second-level spell slot is converted into two arcs, and so on. The casting level and known spells of the two are common, and they can be converted arbitrarily. When transformed into the arcanist form, the casting speed will be reduced to half of the original, and the priest's healing and beneficial spells will not be accepted.

Henry jumped up excitedly when he saw the description about the Arcanist. This means that he can convert low-level spells into arcs, which can then be used to release high-level magic. It's almost as convenient as the blue bar in some games, and it doesn't have to be prepared a day in advance. Although it costs half of the casting speed, it is definitely a big profit. The most important point is to finally get rid of the restriction of the magic net, and in the future even areas with weak magic nets can cast spells stably.

With excitement, Henry simply took a shower, lay down on the bed and fell asleep. He was exhausted from studying for five consecutive days and nights, and it took him only a few seconds to fall into a deep sleep. While he was resting, a mixed force of 600 people escorted more than 2,000 civilians and hundreds of horse-drawn carriages to leave the city in a mighty manner, heading towards the Tower of Durag.

Lei Sen watched the huge team, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face. As the supreme commander of this convoy, he is very clear about his mission. Before departure, the supreme military officer, Corey, personally told him that the strong fortress must be firmly guarded. From the serious expression of the chief, it can be seen that the senior officials of the principality attach great importance to this place. As long as you don't go wrong, you can get a noble title when you leave the army.

Thinking of this, Lei Sen became enthusiastic. He yelled at his deputy: "Let everyone move faster, I hope to arrive at Durag's Tower within a week."

"But sir, there are many old people and children in the team. If they walk too fast, they will not be able to keep up." The deputy looked at the team and said in embarrassment.

Lei Sen pointed at the carriages full of supplies and yelled: "You idiot, wouldn't you throw those who are not physically strong into the carriage? Also, send a few more scouts to the front to investigate. I don't want any mistakes in this mission, understand?"

The deputy was shocked by his yelling, and immediately gave a military salute and shouted: "Obey! Sir! I'll do it right away."

Soon, the old man and the children were all sent to the carriage. Without these drags, the speed of the team soared. Lei Sen led everyone to the gate of Durag's Tower in only seven and a half days. He first sent people to drive away all the tourists and businessmen around, and then let Robert's thieves start to clean up the traps inside.

Under the protection of the army, a large number of civilians began to open up farmland and build villages around them in units of 200 people. Seeing that everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, Lei Sen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He first sent someone to clean up the upper floor where there were no traps, and then he took the officers to live in.

The work of dismantling the trap went smoothly. In just three days, the elite thieves finished their work and left quietly. The soldiers spent a day and a half cleaning up the underground floors, which will be their barracks from now on. After fully taking over the Tower of Durrag, Leisen immediately formed two patrol teams to encircle and suppress the surrounding hobgoblins and kobolds.

Under the siege of the army, these guys who often harassed the village construction were quickly wiped out. Without annoying monsters, the surrounding villages were quickly built. As soon as the civilians built their houses, they couldn't wait to start cultivating farmland. Although the farming season has passed this year, it is still possible to grow some vegetables and potatoes.

In order to protect the newly established surrounding villages, Lei Sen ordered his soldiers to build several wooden watchtowers around them. Once monsters or thieves are found to invade, the people guarding above can light firewood piles as a warning. Seeing that everything was on the right track, he immediately sent someone back to Baldur's Gate to report. (to be continued..)