Chapter 841: Killing a Chicken with a Sledgehammer

"It's really a purgatory scene. Facing the powerful power of the Floating Void City, these guys have no power to fight back. Maybe you don't need to launch a third round of attack." Borken stood in the central control room of the Floating Void City, Looking at the image sent back from the mirror, he said with emotion.

Henry glanced at the tribal coalition forces who were fleeing in all directions, and curled his lips in disdain: "A group of rabble, no wonder they can only hide in the wilderness for so many years, without discipline, without civilization, without faith, they only destroy and plunder. They don't deserve to be my enemy at all."

Indeed, in the eyes of most rulers, orcs, goblins, jackals, kobolds and the like are not a threat at all. They neither like to settle down nor are they interested in farming fields, even if they occupy a The most fertile land is looting, and then they return to the harsh wilderness to continue hunting with satisfaction.

Of course, if there is a strong castle or fortress, they don't mind using it as their lair, but this situation is a minority after all. Due to the lack of enough spellcasters, these guys have no way to deal with the army of the truly civilized world. It doesn't take any advantage, let alone those knights and mages with a large number of spellcasters.

Using the floating city, one of the ultimate creations of magic, to deal with them is like killing chickens with a sledgehammer. After two rounds of attacks, it has a devastating effect. Morale drops to the bottom in an instant. They turned around and ran towards the high wasteland like headless flies. Only a few smart guys knew that the more dangerous the place, the safer they were, so they changed their bodies, put on the armor of the defenders, and sneaked into the city without a sound.

Just after these guys hid, a large piece of translucent bubbles descended from the floating city. As soon as these seemingly harmless little things touched the target, they would immediately release an anesthetic gas, killing 70% of the enemies in just a few minutes. The scene was almost like cutting wheat, and it looked extremely spectacular.

Borken stared at the monsters lying on the ground and soundly asleep, and asked Henry curiously: "Could it be that you really intend to capture them all as slaves? I'm afraid it's difficult to control such a large number. If one fails, it will immediately cause great damage.”

"Don't worry, my friend. These guys won't live long at all. I will use them to dig mountains and build roads and build fortresses. I believe you should be very aware of the high mortality rate in such a job." After speaking, Henry's eyes flashed There was a gleam of coldness, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing an extremely cruel smile.

He has always hated these psoriasis hovering on the edge of civilization, and did not regard them as intelligent creatures at all, intending to treat them as one-time consumables, and squeeze them to death until they are completely extinct on his own territory.

As an extreme egoist, Henry not only felt no psychological burden when formulating and executing genocide. Instead, I really enjoyed the whole process. It's no wonder that he has the closest relationship with the church of Heim, the God of Guardians. Perhaps in his subconscious, these can obey orders. Cold soldiers who don't have a specific position are the most suitable for him.

"Using captives for infrastructure construction, it's really hard for you to think of it. But it's good, at least it can save more labor to do other jobs. You must know that for a magical civilization, education is always the top priority , If there are not enough mages and apprentices, a huge system cannot be supported at all." Borken touched his chin and said what was in his heart.

In his eyes, the entire Kingdom of West Hartland has already built a complete framework, and the academy district of Bluewind City is the foundation of everything. The layer-by-layer screening system can completely guarantee the continuous selection of qualified talents for the floating city. As long as you stay in this sky city with unlimited energy for a period of time, no matter the level of spellcasting or the knowledge in your mind, you will get Greatly improved, and finally became a member of the huge mage group.

It can be said that the only thing this mechanism lacks now is time, maybe ten years, maybe thirty years, as long as the kingdom can continue to maintain stability and prosperity. The great magical civilization of the Netheril era will surely reappear on the main plane, and no one doubts this.

After listening to these heartfelt words, Henry nodded with a smile: "Yes, education is the most important cornerstone of a civilization. I have a plan to improve the quality of the population. But it's too early to talk about it now. Let's solve the immediate threat first. Let's talk. I bet. In ten minutes at most, Rui Valan will be able to convince his father to let the City of Shadows return to the main plane."

"Then I'll go and urge everyone to enter the first level of combat preparation. Those young people in the province will forget about it after defeating the wild tribe." It disappeared without a trace.

Sitting on the throne made of crystal, Henry adjusted the sight of the magic mirror to the city of Wywood, which survived the catastrophe. While observing the damage to the fortress city, he silently waited for the arrival of the enemy...

In fact, the damage caused by the coalition forces of the tribes was limited to a few houses at the entrance of the city wall, and more of the damage caused by the arson of the dark elf commandos. At this moment, more than half of the wooden buildings in the entire city have been burned, only those made of bricks, The stone-and-earth-themed buildings survived, and casualties were not serious.

Groups of homeless civilians began to slowly restore order under the protection of the militia. Fugner, who had escaped from the dead, rallied and commanded the remaining soldiers to put out the fire. Looking at the majestic city of Olympus.

Although they had just experienced a thrilling catastrophe, the appearance of the Floating Void City seemed to give them a reassurance, especially those who had just witnessed the terrifying lethality, their faces were filled with deep awe.

Almost every Faerunian has heard of the huge city floating in the sky in the era of Netheril, but after seeing it with their own eyes, they still felt the shock from the bottom of their hearts.

It's as if every person on Earth has heard of the power of nuclear weapons, but only those experts who have observed them at close range understand how terrifying these things are.

Robert, who was searching for the remnants of the enemy, glanced at the towering main tower of Olympus City, and muttered to himself: "The decisive battle is finally about to begin, I have to kill these annoying little mice quickly, otherwise If you do, you'll be late."

After speaking, he flashed into a private house. Immediately afterwards, there was a scream from inside, and a few seconds later, he dragged a dark elf's body and walked out from inside.

Obviously, this unlucky guy killed all the residents in the house, and wanted to hide here for a while, and then find a chance to escape when it is safe. But unfortunately, the faint smell of blood caught the attention of the thief leader, and he couldn't escape his death in the end.

Robert is not the only one doing similar cleanup operations, Debra, Amy, Sarah Brightman, Alan and the Terminator. They all searched carefully in the city, and immediately launched an attack as soon as they found any clues, and found more than two figures of lurkers within a short time.

Facts once again prove that no matter what race they are, there are some so-called smart people who may not see anything at ordinary times, but they can run faster than rabbits when they encounter danger.

As the fire in Waywood City was completely extinguished, the sky began to gradually turn white, and the thrilling night was finally over. Although it seems that many prisoners have been captured on the surface, there is still no news of One-eyed Lonte and the dark elf priestess who led the commando.

Anyone who is not a fool knows how dangerous it is to be a legendary warrior and a high-ranking priest together. Together, they can create appalling carnage anywhere in the city in a matter of minutes.

However, for this devastated city, it is difficult to complete the search in a short period of time with just a few people. After all, this kind of thing cannot allow ordinary soldiers to conduct large-scale investigations, because it is tantamount to sending sheep to the tiger's mouth. One-eyed Longte is absolutely capable of killing a small group of soldiers with ease, and even makes them issue an alarm.

While the ground was busy with the aftermath, the first ray of sunlight finally tore through the clouds, and the red fireball began to rise slowly, bringing light and warmth to the earth again.

Sudden!

A black spot suddenly appeared in the center of the sun, and then grew bigger and bigger. In the end, the rising sun was completely covered, and the huge shadow blocked the sky and the ground, as if returning from day to night all of a sudden.

Seeing this scene, not only did Henry not panic, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, with an excited expression on his face: "It's coming! It's finally here! The last floating city left over from the Netheril era. Telamante, Let me test the level of your Grand Arcanist."

After speaking, he stood up abruptly from the crystal throne, and winked at his demon (pet) without hesitation. Louis understood immediately, and disappeared on the spot with a snap. Obviously, she sent a letter to the demilich Kangus.

In just a few seconds, the passage extending from the shadow plane expanded to the limit, and a city of ghosts with countless towers flew out little by little. Maybe it's influenced by the Shadow Plane. It is also possible that the residents generally prefer black, with most of the city's buildings taking on an obsidian-like hue.

Henry could almost feel the twisting of the magic net nearby. The entire Shadow City is like a huge magnet, drawing magical energy all the time in order to maintain its own power.

"It turns out that this is the original core of power—the core of Mythra. It's no wonder that there were many crashes in the floating city in the Netheril era. Once you cast too powerful magic to empty the surrounding energy, then The floating city will be like a plane that has lost its engine, falling from the sky in an instant."

Henry saw through the weakness of Mythra's Core at a glance, and a faint smile flashed across his face. In his eyes, this so-called unlimited energy is not as safe as nuclear power. At least the latter can guarantee a steady supply of energy, while the former can only live under the magic net. If one day the magic net goes out of control or is destroyed, Then the City of Shadows will lose its ability to fly in an instant, falling from a height of several thousand meters and smashing to pieces.

With the two floating cities appearing on the main plane at the same time, a battle of the century is about to begin, especially since both sides have powerful energy cores, spellcasters within tens of kilometers can feel the slight tremor of the magic net .

The war is about to start... (to be continued ~^~)