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.
尤其是往汤里扔面包渣和奶酪，他是无论如何都不会接受的，更不会喝哪怕一口。
吃完了属于自己的那份之后，邓布利多就背靠着马车的车轮坐在篝火前仰望星空。
透过天上与地球截然不同的星辰位置，他现在终于可以百分之百确定自己已经离开了故乡，正在一个完全未知的异世界。
那种久违的兴奋与期待充斥着大脑，导致这位老人丝毫没有半点睡意。
胖商人为了防止那些佣兵谋害自己，在晚饭过后特地带了一瓶上好的葡萄酒来到邓布利多的身边套近乎。
等两人你一句我一句用既然不同的语言鸡同鸭讲把一瓶酒喝完，商人便顺势躺在旁边的地上假装睡了过去。
他很清楚，只要安全度过这最后一夜，自己就算是彻底摆脱危险了。
所以尽管非常得累也非常困倦，可仍旧不敢真的睡过去，而是强迫自己保持警惕。
另外一边，佣兵们也意识到今晚是最后的动手时机，因此也发了狠打算先把老人引开，然后一不做二不休的干掉雇主，抢走他身上所有的钱财逃之夭夭。
很快，队伍中擅长前行的盗贼就隐没在黑暗之中，悄无声息掏出一块用羊皮纸层层包裹的东西，一股脑丢到正在吃饲料的马匹和牲畜中间。
瞬间！
上一秒还十分安静的马、牛等负责拉车的牲畜立刻发出了不安的嘶吼声，同时一个个像受到惊吓一样开始挣扎并四处乱窜。
这无疑让正在休息的车夫、商人和伙计顾不上其他，纷纷爬起来安抚牲畜，整个营地顿时乱成一团。
就连邓布利多都不得不加入追赶牲畜的行列，甚至让凤凰福克斯飞山高空查看那些跑掉的马匹都躲在什么地方。
“嘿嘿！真不愧是两个金币一包的龙粪，效果还真是立竿见影。”
盗贼翘起嘴角露出了阴险的笑容。
很显然，他刚才扔的不是什么别的东西，正是可以对其他野兽造成巨大威慑效果的巨龙粪便。
很多冒险者都在前往野外的时候都喜欢买上一包晾干的备用。
只要宿营休息的时候打开放在周围，一般来说就不会有野兽或其他动物靠近。
如果把这玩意丢进牲畜旁边，那么胆小的马就会顺价受惊、发狂，进而引发巨大的骚乱。
而这正是佣兵们想要达到的效果。
趁着所有人都在忙着在夜幕中追赶马匹的功夫，十几个佣兵迅速将落单的商人抓住，并死死捂住这个中年胖子的口鼻，使其无法发出哪怕一丁点的求救声。
大概几分钟之后，他们便悄无声息的离开营地来到六七百米外的一处河流旁边。
为首的队长狞笑着对商人说道：“亲爱的雇主先生，你以为靠着那个神秘的老人就能从我们的手里逃掉吗？别白日做梦了！今天谁也救不了你！”
“呜呜呜呜……”
中年胖子明显恐惧极了，用尽全身力气想要挣脱身后另外两个佣兵的束缚。
但遗憾的是他只是个普通人，没有接受过任何战士或施法训练，无论怎样挣扎都无济于事，只能眼睁睁看着叶锤高高举起冲着自己的脑袋砸了下来。
正当即将血光四溅的刹那，一根绳子突然从远处飞来，以迅雷不及掩耳的速度直接把佣兵队长从头到脚捆了个结实，整个人以一种奇怪的姿势直挺挺的摔倒在地上。
随后邓布利多的身影缓缓从一个树的后面走了出来，表情阴沉的叹了口气。
“唉——真想不到我才来到这个世界第一天就遇到了这种情况。虽然我不太清楚你们之间有什么恩怨，但这样谋杀一个商人是不是有点太过分了？”
“他在说什么？”
一名佣兵扫了眼被魔法绳索捆住的队长，满脸都是紧张和戒备。
毕竟就在几个小时之前，他可是亲眼目睹了对方在一大群地精中间开无双割草的恐怖景象。
“该死！别问我，我怎么知道。不过我觉得咱们最好是分散开逃跑，这样的话活下来的可能性会大一点。”
另外一名佣兵同样被吓得不轻，下意识的开始缓缓后退。
“混蛋！不许跑！你们跑了我怎么办？”
遭到魔法绳索五花大绑的佣兵队长眼神中透露出无法掩饰的焦急。
只可惜，现在已经没人愿意管他的死活了。
伴随着其中一个人大喊了一二三，在场所有佣兵都开始不约而同的掉头就跑，三五秒的功夫便消失在茫茫夜色之中。
邓布利多见状苦笑着摇了摇头也懒得去追，打算给商人松绑。
可还没等他伸出手，河边的树林中突然传出一声惨叫。
“啊！！！！！！！”
紧跟着第二声、第三声、第四声……
没过一会儿功夫，令人毛骨悚然的茂密树林在晚风的吹拂下发出一阵沙沙的声响，紧跟着一个全身上下覆盖着绿色鳞片的庞然大物终于现身了。
超过十七米的修长体型，巨大而又强壮的翅膀，两只如同宝石般明亮翠绿的眼睛，粗壮的四肢和爪子，还有一条长满尖刺的尾巴，所有这些特征都无一不在证明着这是一条费伦大陆上极具危险性的绿龙。
一条这个世界的火龙？
邓布利多的心瞬间沉入了谷底。
如果保留着所有施法能力的他，当然不会害怕区区一条龙。
可问题是由于施法环境的突然改变，导致他根本无法挥舞魔杖像以前那样施展各种强大的咒语把对手玩弄于股掌之上。
就在老人脑海中开始回想跟龙有关的知识，打算来个智退火龙的时候，绿龙突然开始吟唱咒语给自己加持了一个法术，紧跟着张嘴用一口标准的老伦敦正米字旗口音的英语问候：“你好，来自异位面的有趣凡人。”
“你会说话？而且说的还是英语？”
邓布利多瞬间惊呆了，满脸都是震惊和难以置信的表情。
因为在魔法地球那边，火龙可是没有任何智力可言的，完全就是一条条凶猛的野兽。
唯一的作用就是给巫师们提供各种各样的材料。
尤其是龙血，许多魔药和炼金都用得上。
绿龙嗤笑着反问道：“怎么，难道在你出生的世界巨龙不会说话吗？至于语言，我只是在借助一种叫做巧言术的魔法自动把龙语转化成你能听懂的话，并不是我学会了这一门语言。”
“魔法？原来如此。”
邓布利多瞬间意识到费伦大陆的龙和魔法地球的龙差距究竟有多么巨大。
光是拥有智慧这一项就能把那些完全屈从于本能的火龙甩开十几条街。
更不用提对方还疑似拥有非常强大的施法能力。
想到这，他立马来了兴致继续追问道：“所有这个世界所有的龙都像你一样，不光拥有与人类一样的智慧，而且还能释放各种各样的法术？ 如果不介意的话，能跟我介绍一下这个世界的魔法究竟是什么样子的吗？ 它的原理又是什么？ 自从我来到这个世界之后就一直能依稀感受到周围空气中弥漫着一种能量。
只是不知道究竟该如何运用它。”
很显然，阿不思·邓布利多是一个典型拥有非常强求职欲望的人。
他后来给很多人一种无欲无求的样子，实际上是因为几乎掌握了魔法界所有的秘密，以及普通巫师终其一生都不会接触的黑魔法。
伏地魔所有擅长的邪恶咒语，只要邓布利多愿意随时都可以释放出更强大的威力加强版。
所以无欲无求不是没有求知欲，而是没有了多少知识和秘密可以让他继续研究和探索。
但此时此刻，被压抑的求知欲随着这条绿龙的出现瞬间如火山喷发般席卷了全身。
兴奋！
激动！ 期待！
这个既然不同的魔法世界无疑正是老人所期待的伟大冒险。
尽管绿龙的眼神中已经透露出了一种让人感到恐惧的恶意，可他却一点都不在乎。
毕竟一个连死亡都不畏惧的人又怎么会害怕区区一条恶龙。
“我可以解答你提出的所有问题。但你要用什么来作为交换呢？要知道知识这种东西可从来都不便宜，尤其是跟魔法有关的知识。”
绿龙翘起嘴角露出了玩味的笑容。
事实上那些劫掠商队的地精就是他收服的仆从，打算趁着桑比亚内战搞点抢劫的副业来增加自己的财产。
可是想到居然遇到了这么有趣的事情。
相比起其他贪婪成性的恶龙，绿龙可以说是对金钱看得比较淡的。
他们更喜欢收藏一些自己认为有价值的宝物，而非堆积如山的金银货币和宝石。
“你想要什么作为交换？”
邓布利多小心翼翼的试探道。
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 nodded 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)