MTL - Dragon Who Controls Time-Chapter 331 Infant Karthus

"A prosperous magic empire, if there is no external intervention, the chance of its fall is very small."

Garen thought silently.

The ancient Imaskar Empire died because of the gods, and the same is true for the Nether Empire in the established historical trajectory.

"In Nether's floating city, the church of the goddess of magic is the most."

Gallon said suddenly.

Iolum nodded and said, "Yes, there are a small number of arcanists who believe in this goddess, and even if they don't, most of them respect her."

The sacrifices of the goddess of magic are noticed by the arcanists.

Although the Arcanists were proud, they still had full respect for this god, including Iolum.

Garen nodded slightly, and continued: "As far as I know, the one who will bring destruction to Nether in the future is most likely to be an enemy of the Goddess of Magic. The Felin Mokui is just a tool. There are Felín Demon Trees, Felín Demon Bears...so don’t rush to find Felín Demon Sunflowers.”

Iolum was slightly taken aback: "An enemy of the Goddess of Magic?"

Garen nodded, and said, "I don't know who it is, but think about it, what kind of existence can be an enemy of powerful divine power?"

Those who can fight against powerful divine power are naturally powerful divine power.

Iolum was silent, with a serious expression on his face.

The gods cannot exert their full strength in the main material world, but if they underestimate the gods because of this, it would be arrogant and ignorant.

"That's too bad."

"It's the worst case scenario."

Iolum gave a wry smile.

The ancient Imaskar Empire was burned by the wrathful gods and saints, and Iolum was a person who experienced that era. He did not believe in gods, but he knew how incredible the power of these ultimate existences was.

In a small tavern, in a corner that no one noticed.

The King of Arcanists looked sad, and seemed at a loss for a while.

However, within a short period of time, Iolum took a few deep breaths and adjusted his mood.

His face calmed down, and he said: "Even if it is a powerful divine power, I will not sit back and watch him destroy my Nether."

"Anyway, the worst outcome has already happened, so no matter what I do, it won't lead to a worse outcome."

Garen nodded and said, "Very well, I understand your determination."

Iolum looked at Garen and said, "You know the future trajectory better than me. What should we do next?"

Garen smiled and said, "Wait and see what happens, wait for Nether's enemies to surface first, and prepare to deal with them."

After knowing that it was the Felin Mokui, and then facing the attack of the Felin Mokui, at least Nether's arcanists would not be caught off guard.

Iolum nodded, and said: "I will collect information on the Felin Mokui, and first find a way to restrain them."

If all the Faerun magic sunflowers are killed in advance, then the unknown gods in the dark may find new means to target the Arcanist.

Garen nodded and said, "Also, you need to secretly look for a man named Karthus."

"I saw the figure of this Arcanist in the future. He will become a Great Arcanist and will be a very important figure in the future."

Garen knew that Karthus developed the ascension spell because the Nether Empire was crumbling, and he shouldered the important task of saving the country to create this taboo-like spell successfully.

Regardless of whether it can escape the fate of destruction in the end, this magical empire will inevitably experience a major setback test.

If Netheril is not destroyed this time, it will rise from the ashes.

"Karthus...I see."

Iolum made a note of the name.

at the same time.

Something is happening thousands of miles away.

A mischievous, cynical arcanist who has sympathy for Nether's enemies, creatures such as orcs and goblins, and believes that the Nethers should not kill them so brutally.

He believes that the Nether Empire at this time is already extremely powerful, living high in the sky, and the hatred against the orcs from thousands of years ago should not be continued.

That's all in the past.

The current Nether should be more tolerant, have the style of an empire, and forgive the enemies of the past.

He criticized the Nether Empire many times, so he was deemed to hate his own country and was expelled from the floating city to which he belonged.

At this time, the Arcanist was wandering in the barren wilderness on the ground, looking up at the floating city from time to time, with disgust and hatred on his face.

"This rotten floating city doesn't matter."

With a heavy snort, Olustin embarked on the journey again.

He who had just been expelled from the Floating Void City had no purpose, no idea where he should go, and just walked aimlessly in the wilderness.

Time passed.

When he passed a slightly sunken land, the ground suddenly trembled violently.

Under Olusdin's vigilant eyes, an ugly creature emerged from the ground.

This creature is like a conical twisted piece of flesh, with four short and deformed limbs on the body surface, and a big **** mouth covered with spiral-like sharp fangs, which is extremely terrifying.

This look is not a good thing.

Orostin constructs spells.

A cluster of lightning chains burst out from his hand, biting the monster like a silver snake.

What happened next horrified the arcanist.

Elemental aura glowed on the monster's body surface, and then swallowed all the chain lightning he cast in one gulp.

It was unscathed, and its aura even slightly increased a little.

"It's over, why am I so unlucky?"

Olusdin felt a chill in his heart, knowing that he had encountered a powerful monster.

He was used to living a safe life in the Floating Void City, but he was not good at fighting. He tried a few more spells and found that they were completely ineffective. His heart was filled with despair, and he yearned for the life in the Floating Void City.

However, in the process of waiting for the opponent to kill, Olustin found that the monster didn't seem to have any intention of harming it.

Buzzing......... Invisible spiritual power poured into Oluosdin's mind.

Next, the common language he knew sounded in his mind.

"Hello, Spellcaster."

"I mean no ill will to you."

said the other party.

Olustin was taken aback for a moment, looking at the ugly monster with calm eyes.

"What are you? What are you doing to stop me?"

He took a step back and said boldly.

"Someone used to call our race Felin Mokui."

Felin Mokui said.

After a pause, it continued to Olustin: "Our race lives in the deep underground area, and has been indifferent to the world for tens of thousands of years."

"but..........."

The voice of this Felin Mokui became angry, and said: "In recent years, due to the abuse of some magic on the surface, a large number of cubs of our clan have died."

"I want to know what forces are abusing the power of magic!"

"If you know, please tell me the specific information."

Felin Mokui are a strange race.

When they are adults, they have a very powerful spell called magic absorption, which is very specific to the caster, but the magic sunflower larvae cannot withstand the erosion of magic power and need to survive in a peaceful place of elemental energy.

Abuse of magic... Olusdin raised his head and looked at the small black dot between the wind and clouds, a floating city.

He immediately understood what the power of abusing magic was that Felin Mokui was talking about.

It was the Nether Empire that expelled him.

Holding hatred for the Nether Empire, Orostin said to Felin Mokui: "I happen to know."

With a happy expression on his face, he told Felin Mokui in front of him all the news he knew about Netheril.

Hearing Olustin's words, Felin Mokui was taken aback for a while.

It didn't expect that just after it left the ground, the first person it encountered happened to know their enemies so well, and they were very enthusiastic.

"On behalf of Felin Mokui, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

This Felin Mokui said to Olustin.

It also opened its mouth, and spit out a staff with dazzling elemental aura, a brown crystal, and said: "This staff is a little heart."

"Besides, there is an abandoned fortress hidden underground in the northwest. You can rebuild it to hide from the evil Nether arcanists."

After giving the location coordinates to Orostin, it pointed to the crystal and said, "If you still have information about the Nether Empire in the future, you can contact us through the crystal."

"In exchange, our race will give you enough rewards."

"Magic equipment, spells, or help from us."

Olustin was overjoyed, accepted the staff and crystal, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I believe we will keep in touch in the future."

Next, Felin Mokui returned to the depths of the ground with news about the Netheril Empire, planning how to take revenge on the Arcanist Empire.

Time passed quietly.

Years passed by.

Orostyn left the lands of Faerûn and found the Bastion Stronghold.

He summoned some creatures who were also dissatisfied with Netheril, including but not limited to humans, elves, goblins, orcs, etc., to join his fortress, and with the help of Faerun Mokui, it developed little by little.

During this period, Garen and Iolum no longer showed up.

Felin Mokui never reappeared.

The Netheril Empire was calm, but it was like the calm before the storm.

In the eyes of the rest of the Arcanists, the King of Arcanists seemed to have evaporated from the world. He left the original city and did not show up in the other cities of the Arcanists.

Many arcanists speculate that Iolum left Faerûn for another plane.

In fact, he changed his appearance and took Gallon on a tour of Faerun's land. While discussing future countermeasures with Gallon, he continued to discuss spells and space-time magic.

With the help of Iolum, Garen absorbed the thousands of years of magic knowledge at an extremely fast speed.

He learned and mastered spells above ten rings one by one, and became one of his abilities.

A few more years have passed without such a variable time.

Until, a part of the land belonging to Nether's territory suddenly trembled.

One after another extremely deep cracks emerged, and then countless ugly monsters crawled out of them, galloping towards the boundaries below the floating cities in groups.

In this regard, the reaction of the arcanists was not violent.

Compared with the magic experiments of some great arcanists, the movement of Felin's magic sunflower breaking through the ground can only be said to be insignificant, and naturally it cannot arouse the vigilance of the arcanists.

Next, groups of Felin Mokui began to use magic absorption on a large scale.

They are ancient and powerful creatures.

This magic-like ability can not only absorb magic power, but also absorb the vitality of all things. The energy of the elements near the floating cities began to decrease significantly, and the land below gradually became barren, with flowers and trees withered, rivers dried up, and beasts died... ...... The earth is turning into desert.

This also has a certain impact on Arcanists who live in the sky.

Some city owners discovered the weakening of the core energy supply of the magic net. At first, they didn't pay attention to it. They just controlled the floating city and floated to other places.

But soon, the arcanists discovered that the desertified land seemed to be following the floating city.

at the same time.

As time passed, the effect of the magic net core weakened even more.

Arcanists finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

A large number of arcanists left the floating city to investigate the situation on the ground.

Then....they were ambushed by the Faerim Sorrel.

The magic-absorbing Felin Sorrel can be said to be the nemesis of spellcasters to a large extent. Fortunately, because Iolum introduced the Felin Sorrel in an exchange meeting, the Arcanists were able to deal with their attacks. When I came back to my senses, I knew how to face it.

The first frontal attack from Felin Mokui did not cause too many casualties.

But this sounded the alarm for the Netheril Empire.

A race of creatures that absorb magic is a huge threat to the floating city, and their existence cannot be tolerated.

Thus, the war between the Arcanist and the Felin Mokui broke out suddenly.

And at this time.

An elegant white cat stepped on a catwalk and jumped through the window into a clean and tidy room full of magic props.

"Cat cat......"

In the room was a child who was only two years old.

The child looked at the white cat with big curious eyes, and ran over on short legs, trying to hug it.

However, the vigorous white cat jumped onto the wardrobe and looked at the two-year-old child from a height with a strange look in his eyes.

"Young Karthus......"

This white cat was transformed by Garen in order not to attract attention.

It has been more than ten years since I came to Faerun, and finally, Iolum got the news from Karthus.

Iolum was already hiding behind the scenes at this time, silently observing the progress between Netheril and Felin Mokui, and waiting for the critical moment before making a move, so Gallon came to Karthus after learning the news The Floating Void City where he is located intends to take a look at the appearance of this future great arcanist, and plant a time stamp on him.

"Cat, let me touch it."

The infant Karthus looked up at the white cat.

Next, he raised his chubby little hand and made a gesture of gently pulling Garen.

The white cat was unmoved.

"what?"

The juvenile Karthus blinked his big eyes~www.novelbuddy.com~ and looked down at his hands in doubt.

Then he continued to wave at Garen again and again, but Garen kept watching him quietly, unmoved.

In fact, Garen's heart was already filled with shock.

Every time the juvenile Karthus waved his hand, the surrounding elemental energy gathered automatically, forming a transparent mage's hand, which gently grabbed Garen, but was dispelled by him before he got close to Garen.

"Zero Ring Trick......"

Garen looked at the juvenile Karthus, shook his tail slightly, and exhaled.

Karthus, who was just two years old, has already learned spells!

This kind of talent is really astonishing, it can be called terrifying.

You must know that as far as the human race is concerned, it is difficult to release spells without sufficient knowledge accumulation. The proficiency of the hands of this two-year-old human cub mage is even enough to make many official arcanists feel it. ashamed.