Looking at the carriage destroyed by the fireball, a middle-aged man who looked to be around 40 years old and slightly fat, cursed with gritted teeth, turned around and ran backwards frantically, with a painful expression on his fat face.

Judging from his attire, he should be the leader or owner of this caravan.

Losing a carriage and the cargo on it would result in a loss of at least hundreds or even thousands of gold coins.

If it is valuable things such as silk, spices, and magical items, this number will swell several times.

This is absolutely bad news for any businessman.

However, in the world of Faerun, which is full of monsters, bandits, cults, and evil dragons, anyone who wants to go out and do business must be mentally prepared to face various crises.

So even though the merchant felt sad about a carriage being set on fire by the fireball, he did not order the surrounding mercenaries and employees to put out the fire and rescue the goods.

The reason is simple! Compared with the loss of money, he cares more about his life.

The current priority is not to reduce losses, but to ensure that the caravan can survive the goblin raid.

Especially since the opponent also has a spellcaster who can release a three-ring fireball spell.

This is an extremely terrifying and deadly threat to most teams that do not have spellcasting capabilities.

“Please, Sambia is currently in the midst of a civil war, how could there be an absolutely safe place?

Nobles and warlords in many places have begun to bribe and hire monsters such as orcs, gnolls, goblins, and ogres.

Worse still, they would allow these guys to plunder towns and wantonly massacre serfs abandoned by their masters.

Maybe these goblins were funded by the nobles and wealthy businessmen in the north to deliberately disrupt the trade routes.

In comparison, Lady Selul Anji's place is considered quite good.

At least she wouldn't just find a reason to confiscate the merchants' goods, and there wouldn't be those greedy officials or thieves' guilds exploiting them at every level.

If I had to vote for someone to be King of Sembia, I would definitely vote for Lady Celul Darkwish."

A male warrior in chain mail next to the fat merchant rolled his eyes in annoyance and raised his shield to help the former block the inferior arrows shot by the goblins.

Even though everyone who still makes a living in this country is a vulture, feeding on war, killing and death, and occasionally playing the role of a robber when necessary.

But this doesn't mean they don't want a safe and stable place to settle their families or to leave a way out for themselves.

Therefore, compared to the oligarchs in the north who have long since torn off their hypocritical masks and revealed their cold and brutal side, the south of Sambia, which practices a highly centralized and dictatorial rule, is safer and more prosperous.

After all, Selul Anji is one of Zuo Si's followers, so she will naturally receive some overt or covert support from the West Coast Empire.

Moreover, with the Kingdom of Cormyr behind it, the sea routes are still unobstructed, and various trade activities can be carried out.

Both food and taxation are guaranteed to a certain extent.

Although the lives of civilians cannot be considered rich, at least the two basic survival needs of safety and filling their stomachs are guaranteed.

This is also why the northern oligarchs carried out large-scale executions of escaped serfs and slaves more than once, but still could not stop the countless lower-class people who fled.

They really couldn't survive under the rule of the northern oligarchs and warlords.

Many families were even sold to the red-robed wizards of Sel and the slave traders of Zhentil Keep, just in exchange for the most scarce food.

Because of the last food war started by Zuo Si, the northern region of Sambia has not recovered from the huge damage to its production structure even after such a long time.

On the contrary, in the south, Serul Anji adopted a dictatorial rule, confiscated a large amount of land from wealthy businessmen and nobles and distributed it to serfs, forcing them to grow corresponding crops according to government requirements, ensuring the most basic supply of food, vegetables, fruits and meat.

As a businessman who dared to take huge risks to do business from the north of Sembia to the south, the fat man knew that what the mercenary captain said was absolutely right, but he still couldn't help complaining: "When we signed the contract, we agreed that you would ensure the safety of the caravan, but now a carriage has been burned. You must kill that damn goblin spellcaster as soon as possible, otherwise if he fires another fireball, I will lose money on this business."

"Shut up! Are you still thinking about the goods at this time? Open your eyes and take a good look at how many goblins are here."

The mercenary captain unceremoniously pushed the merchant to the ground to prevent him from being hit by flying arrows and javelins, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Semiel! Kill that goblin spellcaster who can cast fireballs! If he hits us again, all our commissions will be gone!"

"Boss, are you kidding me? Look at the guards holding shields around him. My arrows can't penetrate them. Besides, he must have magic armor and arrow protection on him."

An archer hiding behind a carriage stabbed a goblin who had sneaked up on him to death with the dagger he carried with him. His leather armor was stained with foul-smelling blood, and he didn't dare to stick his head out at all.

Anyone with a little common sense knows how "terrible" the goblins' archery skills are.

I guess even they themselves don't know where the arrows they shoot will fly. It's almost like the Brownian motion bombs launched by a certain big country in South Asia.

Are you afraid of arrows whose flight paths are totally unpredictable? Moreover, those arrows that are rusty, black, and covered with bacteria are likely to have tetanus and other horrible "enchanted" effects.

Some people were stabbed by the goblins' arrows or spears, and as a result, they started to have a fever and their wounds became swollen and festered a few hours later, leading to a painful death.

And curing this terrible symptom requires at least a three-ring spell or a bottle of disease-curing potion, which is simply not affordable for low-level adventurers and mercenaries.

"So what do you think we should do? We can't just let the goblin caster continue to cast fireballs, right? If he does it again, we won't be able to get the rest of the commission. We might even have trouble escaping alive."

The mercenary captain was obviously a little anxious. He stared at the goblin who had just cast a fireball and was groping in his pocket for spell materials. All his nerves were tense.

You have to know that the team he led was not elite. Except for himself who was a mere LV3 fighter, the others did not even have a professional level. At best, they could only be regarded as militiamen who had received a little training.

If they relied on fortifications to fight, they might be able to repel goblins and ogres that were several or even dozens of times their own number.

But there is no advantage at all in this kind of surprise attack.

The most important thing is that there are too many goblins, as many as two or three hundred of them.

"If all else fails, just retreat and save your life first. Anyway, these goblins are definitely here to rob the goods, and they won't chase too far after they get what they want."

A veteran who looked to be around 30 years old expressed his opinion.

After all, the commission for this caravan escort mission is not high. Each person would get only three or five gold coins at most. Why risk your life for such a small amount of money?

When the businessman heard this, he immediately stood up and screamed, "No! No! You can't do this! I will go bankrupt! And this is not what the contract says!"

"Idiot! Who cares about a contract at this point?"

The old man curled his lips in disdain.

You have to know that thirty years old can be considered "old" in the mercenary industry, which has a very high mortality rate.

Most of the young people who plunge in headfirst to make a name for themselves and make a career usually die in a battle before they even survive the first four to six months.

So guys like these who have been working for several years without dying have their own set of behavioral codes and ways of survival, and they know when to fight hard and when they must run away.

And in the current situation, it is obviously time to run away.

As for the credibility issues caused by abandoning the employer at a critical moment, the worst that can happen is that the team changes its name or disbands and reorganizes on the spot and starts over in another place.

Only by ensuring your own survival can you continue to make money and enjoy wine and women.

It must be said that the old man's words instantly made the members of the mercenary team think more actively.

The captain stared at his employer with a frightening murderous look in his eyes, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill him to silence him.

As long as they killed the merchant and took away the money he was carrying, they could naturally leave Sembia and live happily somewhere else for a while.

Anyway, the entire continent of Faerun is not peaceful right now.

Whether it's the revival of the northern elven kingdom of Cormanthor, the struggle between Shade and Zhentil Keep, which claim to be the successor of Netheril, the sudden appearance of a large number of monsters in the Kingdom of Cormyr, or the war between the Mulhorand Empire and Unther east of the Sea of Fallen Stars, experienced mercenary groups are being recruited everywhere.

The only relatively peaceful area was the West Coast Empire and the surrounding sphere of influence established through the trade alliance.

As long as the war lasts, they will never have to worry about having no food to eat.

The merchant undoubtedly noticed the changes in these mercenaries. He was immediately frightened and sweated profusely. Every piece of fat on his body was shaking uncontrollably. "Don't... don't kill me! I swear in the name of the Goddess of Wealth that I will give you double the reward after arriving in Serlun! No, not double, but triple or quadruple."

"Sorry, Mr. Employer, it's too late. I now feel that instead of working so hard to earn that pitiful commission, it's better to just rip you off and get more money."

As he spoke, the mercenary captain grinned and swung the leaf hammer in his hand, intending to chop the merchant's head off.

Anyway, some goblins took the blame, so he didn't worry at all that someone would investigate him.

Even if some stubborn paladin tried his best to find out the truth, the entire mercenary team had already left Sembia's sphere of influence.

"No!!!!"

Looking at the hammer above his head that reflected dazzling silver light under the sunlight, the businessman's pants were instantly wet and his face was filled with fear and despair.

But at this critical moment, a loud bird cry suddenly resounded through the sky, followed by a strange bird covered with fiery red feathers suddenly flying across the space and swooping down towards the position of the goblin spellcaster.

Due to the extremely fast speed, the shield-wielding guards around had no time to react.

The goblin spellcaster quickly activated a magic pendant, instantly releasing a dazzling magic missile.

These small light balls, which were made entirely of force fields, hit the strange bird one after another, but had little effect and only knocked off a few feathers.

The next second...

The strange red bird grabbed the goblin spellcaster and flew into the air. When it reached a height of several hundred meters, it suddenly released its claws.

The latter fell freely for a few seconds before hitting the ground with a thud and dying.

Obviously, this goblin had not learned or prepared for [Feather Fall], otherwise a falling situation like this would be nothing to a prepared arcane spellcaster.

Just when everyone was shocked by this sudden change, Dumbledore finally appeared in their sight.

However, the centenarian did not use his best magic spell, but instead activated a very inconspicuous little object. He then drew out the sword hanging at his waist and rushed into the goblins to start his unparalleled mowing mode.

Countless goblins were powerless to fight back against the sharp sword in his hand and were easily cut in half on the spot. Blood and internal organs splattered everywhere, staining the ground red.

If Zuo Si were here, he would definitely recognize that the effect surrounding Dumbledore's body at this moment was the enhanced magic promoted by Hermione.

Due to the change in the casting environment, spells cast on Magic Earth have no effect at all on the continent of Faerun.

As a last resort, he could only use the magic storage items that were made with a portion of the magic technology from this world, and use enhanced magic to kill these little monsters that looked no different from bandits, and save the humans who were under attack around the convoy.

After all, all wizards who graduated from Hogwarts Gryffindor House were extremely brave, and its founder also left behind a sword, so Dumbledore also learned and practiced swordsmanship when he was young.

Although it has not been used for decades, it is still no problem to bully the goblins with the help of enhanced magic.

At this moment, the old man with gray hair and beard looked a bit like Gandalf, the "Sword Master of Middle-earth". Wherever he passed, there were incomplete corpses, and even the agile goblin dogs could not get close to him.

Wherever the silver sword light flashes, an enemy will fall.

As we all know, goblins have never been a courageous race.

When they witnessed the powerful spellcaster leader falling to his death and the tribe's bravest warriors being killed one after another like chickens, they immediately abandoned the convoy and screamed in panic, leaving behind only a mess on the ground.

"Huh - these little monsters finally ran away.

Otherwise I won't be able to hold on any longer.

This overly intense battle is really too much for an old man like me.

It seems that this world is much more brutal and dangerous than I thought.

And I have to find a place where I can learn magic as soon as possible, otherwise it will be troublesome if I encounter more powerful monsters. "

Dumbledore shook off the blood stains on the sword and muttered something.

There is no doubt that his appearance and the goblins' fleeing directly made the mercenaries who originally planned to kill their employer stunned on the spot.

In particular, the captain who had raised the leaf hammer and was about to kill was now frozen in place, while the fat businessman showed an ecstatic expression, struggled to get up and rushed directly to the old man who saved his life, describing the situation in extremely fast common language in an attempt to seek the other party's protection.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore could not understand the common language on the surface of Faerûn at all, and he had no idea what the fat middle-aged man in front of him was trying to express by saying a lot of nonsense.

However, judging from the expressions of the mercenaries and the tense reactions of both sides, an internal conflict must have broken out due to unknown reasons.

As he didn't understand the situation, the old man couldn't make any judgment and could only use gestures and actions to signal both sides not to get into conflict.

He had no idea that the biggest difference between the continent of Faerun and the magical Earth was that there were real gods here.

Therefore, those who believe in evil gods will not feel any guilt when killing people. Instead, they will think that they are practicing the doctrine, and even if they are caught and killed, it will be a supreme honor.

Therefore, most of the devout believers of evil gods are a group of lunatics who are not afraid of death.

Law and order have no deterrent effect on them at all.

Anyone with a little religious knowledge knows that after death, the soul of a believer will be taken away to the kingdom of God to gain eternal life.

Finally, with the mediation of the Hogwarts Sword Master who did not speak the same language, the merchant and the mercenary calmed down and stopped arguing and cursing fiercely, but it was only a superficial peace.

They had obviously realized that this old man with great power was most likely from another dimension.

This is so common in Furen, where time travelers are everywhere, that it is not worth making a fuss about.

The merchant's plan was to reach the nearest city, Selron, under Dumbledore's protection, and then report the mercenaries' intent to murder their employer to the local law enforcement agencies.

The mercenaries were thinking about finding an opportunity to kill the fat guy on the last thirty days of the road.

If they really have no other options, they will run away before entering the city, otherwise they will be caught and hanged.

Amid the undercurrent, the caravan, which seemed to be united but was actually at odds with each other, quickly buried the dead, packed up the goods and set off again.

But Dumbledore obviously didn't care about these. He was observing everything around him with his wise eyes, and then judging the general situation of the world and its overall level of civilization.

It didn't take long for him to realize from the weapons, armor, clothes, shoes on the caravan members and the wide variety of goods on the carriages that this world might be in a state similar to that of Earth in the 14th century.

But the living standards of civilians were relatively better. They were not like the skinny serfs in the Middle Ages. Most people were in good physical condition and had good nutritional intake.

The cargo even included exquisite glassware, pottery, herbs, weapons, armor, spices and translucent spider silk clothing embroidered with beautiful patterns.

It was not until the 18th or 19th century that such products became widely available on the planet.

The most important thing is that the old man didn't find too many things related to magic in the convoy, so he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Fortunately, the caravan's destination must be to sell the goods, and they can go to the town by following the locals, so Dumbledore still patiently followed the caravan slowly forward.

After about a few hours, it began to darken and the team stopped in a relatively open area on the side of the road to start chopping wood and making a fire for cooking.

Although they were very close to the city of Serlon, the fat merchant thought it would be best to go through the city gate in one go and stay in a safe inn in the city.

But the problem is that most cities in Faerun close their gates at night to prevent enemies or monsters from rushing in and causing damage under the cover of darkness.

This means that even if the caravan arrives at Selron, the defenders will not open the gate for them. Instead, they have to spend a night outside the city wall and wait until dawn when the city gate opens before they can enter.

Since they were destined not to enter the city tonight, there was no need for the fat merchant to urge the team to hurry on this dangerous night.

After a while, the driver and the men in the caravan lit a bonfire, put the iron pot on it and started to cook soup.

As for meat, it is basically air-dried sausage or pickled bacon and salted fish.

Add some dried mushrooms, onions, cabbage, carrots, and finally sprinkle some breadcrumbs and cheese to thicken the soup, and you have a pot of thick soup with the unique flavor of Sambia.

In order to please his savior, the fat merchant personally filled a large bowl for Dumbledore and also cut a large piece of white flour which was not very hard.

"Thanks!"

Mmm - it tastes pretty good.

He gave his evaluation in his heart.

Of course, this so-called "good" is only for the British who have lived in a food desert for many years.

If it were Zuo Si, he would definitely regard this pot of stew as a dark dish.

Especially if bread crumbs and cheese were thrown into the soup, he would never accept it, let alone drink even a sip.

After finishing his portion, Dumbledore sat in front of the campfire, leaning against the wheel of the carriage and looking up at the stars.

Through the completely different positions of the stars in the sky and on Earth, he can now finally be 100% sure that he has left his hometown and is in a completely unknown world.

The long-lost excitement and anticipation filled the old man's brain, causing him to not feel sleepy at all.

In order to prevent the mercenaries from murdering him, the fat merchant brought a bottle of fine wine to Dumbledore after dinner and tried to get close to him.

After the two men finished a bottle of wine, speaking in different languages, the merchant lay down on the ground beside them and pretended to fall asleep.

He knew very well that as long as he could get through this last night safely, he would be completely out of danger.

So even though I was very tired and sleepy, I still didn't dare to fall asleep. Instead, I forced myself to stay alert.

On the other hand, the mercenaries also realized that tonight was the last chance to take action, so they made up their minds to lure the old man away first, and then kill their employer once and for all, rob him of all his money and run away.

Soon, the thief who was good at moving forward in the team disappeared into the darkness, quietly took out a piece of something wrapped in layers of parchment, and threw it among the horses and livestock that were eating feed.

moment!

The horses, cows and other livestock pulling the carts, which had been very quiet a second ago, immediately began to roar uneasyly, and at the same time, they began to struggle and run around as if frightened.

This undoubtedly made the resting coachmen, merchants and assistants unable to take care of anything else. They all got up to appease the livestock, and the whole camp suddenly became a mess.

Even Dumbledore had to join in the pursuit of the livestock, and even sent the phoenix Fawkes to fly high over the mountains to see where the escaped horses were hiding.

"Hehe! It's really worthy of being two gold coins per bag of dragon dung. The effect is really immediate."

The thief raised his lips into a sinister smile.

Obviously, what he just threw was not something else but dragon feces which could have a huge deterrent effect on other beasts.

Many adventurers like to buy a pack of dried ones as a backup when heading out into the wild.

As long as you open it and place it around when camping and resting, generally no wild beasts or other animals will come near.

If this thing is thrown near livestock, the timid horses will be frightened and go crazy, causing a huge riot.

And this is exactly what the mercenaries want to achieve.

While everyone was busy chasing the horses in the night, a dozen mercenaries quickly captured the lone merchant and covered the mouth and nose of the middle-aged fat man tightly, preventing him from uttering even the slightest cry for help.

About a few minutes later, they quietly left the camp and came to a river about six or seven hundred meters away.

The captain grinned and said to the businessman, "Dear employer, do you think you can escape from our hands by relying on that mysterious old man? Don't daydream! No one can save you today!"

“Wuwuwu…”

The middle-aged fat man was obviously terrified, and he tried his best to break free from the other two mercenaries behind him.

But unfortunately, he was just an ordinary person and had not received any warrior or spellcasting training. No matter how he struggled, it was of no avail. He could only watch the leaf hammer raised high and smash down on his head.

Just when blood was about to splatter, a rope suddenly flew from a distance and tied up the mercenary captain from head to toe at lightning speed. The whole person fell straight to the ground in a strange posture.

Then Dumbledore's figure slowly walked out from behind a tree and sighed with a gloomy expression.

"Alas - I never thought that I would encounter such a situation on my first day in this world. Although I am not sure what grudges there are between you, isn't it a bit too much to murder a businessman like this?"

"What is he talking about?"

A mercenary glanced at the captain who was tied up with magic ropes, his face full of tension and vigilance.

After all, just a few hours ago, he witnessed with his own eyes the horrifying scene of the other party mowing down a large group of goblins with his unparalleled skill.

"Damn it! Don't ask me how I know. But I think it's best for us to escape separately. This way we have a better chance of survival."

The other mercenary was also frightened and subconsciously began to retreat slowly.

"Asshole! Don't run! What will I do if you run away?"

The mercenary captain, who was tied up with magic ropes, had an unconcealable look of anxiety in his eyes.

It’s a pity that no one is willing to care about his life or death now.

As one of them shouted one, two, three, all the mercenaries present turned around and ran at the same time. In three to five seconds, they disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, not bothering to chase after him, and planned to untie the merchant.

But before he could reach out his hand, a scream suddenly came from the woods by the river.

"ah!!!!!!!"

Followed by the second, third, and fourth tones...

After a while, the creepy dense forest made a rustling sound in the evening breeze, and then a huge monster covered with green scales all over its body finally appeared.

A slender body of over seventeen meters, huge and strong wings, two bright green eyes like gems, thick limbs and claws, and a tail covered with spikes, all these features prove that this is an extremely dangerous green dragon on the continent of Faerun.

A fire dragon from this world?

Dumbledore's heart sank instantly.

If he retained all his spellcasting abilities, he certainly wouldn't be afraid of a mere dragon.

But the problem was that due to the sudden change in the casting environment, he was unable to wave his wand and cast various powerful spells to manipulate his opponents as he did before.

Just as the old man began to recall the knowledge about dragons and was about to use his wisdom to defeat the dragon, the green dragon suddenly began to chant a spell to cast a spell on itself, and then opened its mouth to greet him in a standard old London Union Jack accent: "Hello, interesting mortal from another dimension."

"You can speak? And in English?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Because on the magical Earth, fire dragons have no intelligence at all, they are just ferocious beasts.

Its only function is to provide wizards with a variety of materials.

Especially dragon blood, which is used in many potions and alchemy.

The green dragon sneered and asked back, "Why? In the world where you were born, dragons can't speak? As for language, I am just using a magic called Tongues to automatically convert Dragon Language into words you can understand. It's not that I have learned this language."

"Magic? I see."

Dumbledore instantly realized how huge the gap was between the dragons on Faerûn and the dragons on magical Earth.

The mere possession of wisdom is enough to leave those fire dragons that completely succumb to instinct far behind.

Not to mention that the other party is suspected to have very powerful spellcasting abilities.

Thinking of this, he immediately became interested and continued to ask, "All dragons in this world are like you. Not only do they have the same wisdom as humans, but they can also cast various spells? If you don't mind, can you tell me what the magic in this world is like? What is its principle? Ever since I came to this world, I have been able to vaguely feel a kind of energy in the air around me.

I just don’t know exactly how to use it.”

Obviously, Albus Dumbledore is a typical person with a very strong desire to find a job.

He later gave many people the impression that he had no desires or ambitions, but in fact it was because he mastered almost all the secrets of the wizarding world, as well as the dark magic that ordinary wizards would never come into contact with in their entire lives.

All the evil spells that Voldemort is good at can be released in more powerful and enhanced versions at any time as long as Dumbledore is willing.

So having no desires and no demands does not mean that there is no desire for knowledge, but that there is not much knowledge and secrets for him to continue researching and exploring.

But at this moment, the suppressed desire for knowledge swept through his body like a volcanic eruption with the appearance of the green dragon.

excited!

Excited! Looking forward to it!

This completely different magical world is undoubtedly the great adventure that the old man has been looking forward to.

Although the green dragon's eyes revealed a frightening malice, he didn't care at all.

After all, how could a person who is not afraid of death be afraid of a mere evil dragon?

"I can answer all your questions. But what do you want in exchange? You know, knowledge is never cheap, especially knowledge related to magic."

The green dragon raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a playful smile.

In fact, the goblins that robbed the caravans were his subjugated servants, who were planning to take advantage of the Sembian Civil War to increase their wealth by doing some robbery on the side.

But I didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing.

Compared to other greedy dragons, green dragons can be said to be less concerned about money.

They prefer to collect some treasures that they think are valuable rather than mountains of gold, silver, coins and gems.

"What do you want in exchange?"

Dumbledore cautiously probed.

Through observation he found that there were very obvious bloodstains on the dragon's teeth and lips.

This also means that the mercenaries who escaped into the woods just now were most likely brutally eaten by the other side.

"It's simple. Anything of value can be used as a bargaining chip, even you."

A cunning gleam flashed in the green dragon's eyes, and it lay on the ground in a slightly lazy posture to reduce the threat it posed.

Dumbledore quickly glanced at the items he carried with him, and finally took off a ring that could store spells from his hand and threw it over.

"Here, I think this should be enough in exchange for the answers to the three questions just now."

The green dragon instantly released a wizard's hand to steadily catch the ring, and then placed it in the palm of his hand for identification.

After about a minute, he commented, "A magic storage ring that uses some unknown technology? Judging from the quality, it should be able to store five levels of spells. It's barely a good magic item.

Well, it's enough to just answer some basic questions."

"Then let's get started quickly. I can't wait."

Dumbledore urged, stroking his thick white beard.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he always gave people a sense of orderliness, calmness and composure when he was the headmaster of Hogwarts.

But in fact, when he was young, he was an out-and-out angry and irritable guy. He even wanted to overthrow the existing order of the magic world through armed riots.

"No problem, let's start with the first question."

While fiddling with the magic storage ring, the green dragon began to talk about the birth and several changes of the magic network on the planet Toril, the principles of arcane magic, and the general situation of this world.

"You mean that almost all spells in this world must be released through the magic net controlled by the goddess of magic?"

Dumbledore only felt that the heart in his chest, which had been silent for many years, began to beat violently.

Because he knew that in this world there was not only deeper and more powerful magic, but also a god who controlled all magic.

The great arcanists of Netheril could even usurp the authority of the gods through magic, leading to the fall of the most powerful first-generation goddess of magic.

A lost ancient magic civilization! A high god who can grant magic to mortal believers! Demons, devils, angels and countless alien creatures from the outer planes!

A dragon with wisdom and powerful spellcasting abilities!

Giants and elves who had established a glorious civilization! Such a shocking and wonderful world instantly aroused the old man's inner thirst for knowledge and desire for adventure.

Sitting in the principal's office, disciplining all kinds of naughty students every day, and wrangling with the school board and the Ministry of Magic, this is the life he longs for.

The green dragon obviously noticed the reaction of this interesting human and lightly meaningfully: "That's right. In principle, all spells need to be released through the magic network. But there are very few exceptions. If you want to know this part of the information, you need to pay extra chips."

Dumbledore replied with regret: "Forget it. I don't have many magic items to exchange with you. One last question. Do you know Soth?"

"Soth?!"

The moment he heard the name, the green dragon suddenly stood up from the ground, emitting a terrifying dragon aura from head to toe. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "The Soth you mentioned, could it be that you are referring to the Emperor of the West Coast Empire and the Chosen One of the Goddess of Magic?"

"Emperor? The Chosen One?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment.

Although he had long known that Zuo Si's identity in this world must be complicated.

But I never expected it to be so outrageous.

Through the conversation with the green dragon just now, the old man has learned what the elect, especially the elect of the goddess of magic, means.

They themselves are the nodes of the magic network, and they hold some of the authority to control the magic network on behalf of the goddess.

No spellcaster would be willing to go against the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic.

Because in front of Silver Fire, most spells can't even work normally.

"Damn it! You don't have any special relationship with Soth, do you?"

The green dragon obviously realized the seriousness of the problem, and his tone revealed an unconcealable tension and fear.

"You may not believe this, but I am the headmaster of the magic school he once attended."

As Dumbledore blurted out these words, the green dragon stood there motionless as if petrified.

After a few minutes, he suddenly threw the ring on his hand like a hot potato as if he had gone crazy, then spread his wings and wanted to fly away, quickly leaving this extremely dangerous old man.

Green Dragon couldn't even imagine how Zuo Si would deal with him if he knew about this.

You should know that now two dragon kings in the continent of Faerun have died directly or indirectly at the hands of Zuo Si.

Furthermore, any dragon that dares to cause trouble within the West Coast Empire, or attack airships and ships loaded with valuable cargo, will be killed.

But just as he took off into the air, a portal suddenly opened out of nowhere.

Then, a lich in a long robe emitting a bone-chilling chill appeared out of nowhere and blocked the way without any courtesy.

(End of this chapter)