Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1347: Chapter 1137: Marching Toward the Swamp

Fran looked seriously at Hill.

Hill always had a strong protective instinct toward family and friends, so his first reaction was to exclude him from the battle.

He could also understand Hill’s distrust of his abilities. After spending a long time with Toril’s top powers, Hill probably found it hard to judge what the mainstream battle strength of this world truly was.

After all, having seen Ambori, Hill might even think the other party was a pushover.

But Fran observed the battle of that Goddess of the Sea, and if it were Teraxil, at least he could hold his own against the God of Nobility. He was way stronger than that Goddess of Love!

However, Hill had indeed grown much stronger after leaving Toril all these years... Although Teraxil gave him excellent talent, it seemed to have limited him too.

But Fran gently smiled and patted the back of his obedient grandson’s head: Did he remain the same person after walking among the starry sky for so long?

As long as a mage has a direction to move toward, getting stronger only requires energy and time—both of which the Stellar Realm doesn’t lack.

That’s why he directly took out his Sphere of All Spells.

He knew that while Hill might have stepped outside the normal mage perspective a bit, at least in alchemy, he wouldn’t make mistakes.

A closer look revealed that as long as Fran continued down his current path, the Sphere of All Spells would eventually surpass the existence of a High-level Artifact.

One must know that even though it was known that his Sphere of All Spells relied on his soul and Mental Sea, back in Aber, those giant dragons and so-called Primordials still rushed to give him plenty of materials.

Fran nodded in satisfaction: After meeting again, he found that Hill had already found his direction, so he only allowed Hill to read more books without saying much.

But... although he could no longer guide Hill’s path as a mage, at least on the road of alchemy, Hill needed to speed up to catch up with his distant journey.

”Let’s get going!” Fran, who always had a serious face, allowed a rare smile, ”It’s my honor to participate in a revenge battle for our Teraxil.”

Then he looked steadily into the void, his eyes slightly unfocused: ”Hill, the Fran Family used to be very powerful, at least providing me with resources to learn spells after so many generations.

In Teraxil, every noble family once had knights who fought bravely and were enfeoffed with titles for their merits, forming the foundation that maintained Teraxil’s noble system for so many years.

And every declining noble family...”

He suddenly shook his head and laughed: ”Although the Pelast Family suffered because of the royal power struggle, generally, the worst outcome for the losing side is either leaving the country with their chosen prince or waiting around in their domain for the next king to appear and then seeking new opportunities.

Generally speaking, unless one takes people out to pioneer, it’s not so easy for a Grand Knight to die young.

Nobles in Teraxil have it much better than those in Toril.

So, people born of nobility always hate Magical Beasts the most.

Noble families like the Fran Family, who completely lost the chance to start over, usually encountered a beast tide, and all the family’s strong warriors perished.

The remaining people... could only pray that there would be descendants capable of becoming professionals, hardly daring to hope for the day the family might be revitalized.

The Fran Family suffered through all of this... until the entire family placed their hopes on my becoming a mage.

You should understand, in the past Teraxil, being a mage wasn’t common at all... Even Adrian, born into Great Nobility and having married a princess, had to struggle to find a proper teacher for his youngest son.

Yet... the Fran Family once possessed three titles!

In the end, only the Baron’s Domain remained.

The pain of having the domain taken away haunted my early years; otherwise, I would never have given up everything to move to Saral, where just being there suffocated me.

Look, Hill, to me, it wasn’t just the pain of the world being invaded but also... national grievance and family vendetta.”

Watching his grandfather speak with a somewhat agitated tone, Hill opened his eyes wide slightly then nodded quietly while biting his lip.

Purwell swiftly and adroitly soared into the clouds, heading south.

The battle between the Black Rose and Archmage Ohm was reaching its end.

Whether it was Ohm or Visaron within him, both were starting to give up... Visaron wasn’t Talos’s subordinate now; helping for some benefits was one thing, but exposing himself fully was something else entirely.

At least as long as he didn’t show himself, Mystra, who might come back completely different, couldn’t punish him for that reason.

The Toril Gods, on the surface, observed some rules.

Of course, everyone had their tricks in secret, but Midnight?

Her moves... other than for Azuth, who was tied up for his lover, how could they work on anyone else?

Visaron fervently hoped that the maiden of Midnight could fully return to the Weave.

However, Visaron was still a bit dissatisfied... next time against the Teraxil Elves, he’d better remember to use a Staff of the Archmage focused on Lightning Burst.

Frost and fire didn’t seem to cause them much harm.

This was truly bizarre... wasn’t the nature of Elves supposed to be predominantly elemental?

With a trace of anger, he used the metal head of the Staff of the Archmage to directly knock on the head of the undead tribe leader who was hopping around, his mouth full of dirty words, neither male nor female, neither old nor young... A whirlwind carried him directly up into the clouds.

After casting the last few lightning bolts, Visaron didn’t even look down, and directly flew south... Harua took away a few soul carriers of Mystra, he had to go back and take a look.

Although he certainly had no interest, that insidious and cunning Safras always liked to use him against Azuth, he might take action on his territory, he had to go back and keep an eye on it.

He only had so few followers, and couldn’t afford to waste them.

As for the undead tribe in Esmir-Talan, they completely ignored the Archmage who ran away at the last minute.

They quietly gathered around their clan leader lying on the ground, blatantly whispering to each other.

”So accurate!” Little Deer squatted on the ground, using his own hammer to poke at his master’s little lifeless body, ”Out of nine lightning bolts, my master managed to catch three while running around!

I was following behind to heal but didn’t even get a chance~

What kind of mortal world tragedy is this?”

”People with filthy mouths are indeed bound to receive retribution!” A Baba also squatted on the side watching.

”Sister Liu said if you don’t pull Baldy up soon, don’t blame her for cutting your military exploits.” ’Chattering’ said helplessly while flying in mid-air.

Although Baldy was unlucky to a certain extent... with so many mages in mid-air!

That lightning, aside from being fast, really didn’t have any guiding capability.

Once ’Perfect Bald’ was pulled up, he angrily glared at his rebellious student: ”Are you planning to betray the sect?”

He jumped around, cursing the gawking crowd around him: ”What are you all watching, huh? Hurry up and clean up the city!

Then let’s quickly head into the swamp! Unless you plan to wait for the Old Dog to bring his army to snatch experience?

Mage Corps, speed up! Freeze the swamp!”

’Chattering’ flew down, quietly relaying ’Xiao Liuliu’s instructions to him.

”Oh Liu Liu~” Baldy sighed helplessly, ”Forget it, the Old Dog is openly scheming against us.

How long until they arrive.”

”Estimated three hours.”

”Tell the Old Dog to accelerate his mages’ flight, or I’m not going to freeze the swamp!” ’Perfect Bald’ said decisively, ”Also remember to reimburse us for potion money.

I won’t settle accounts for the Esmir-Talan here, but the swamp has to be accounted for!

We won’t take advantage, but no one should let us suffer losses!”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ agreed very readily.

A dense crowd of mages flew to the shores of Lake Esmir in half an hour.

The Emistelan people already shivering due to the Master Hunter’s death, this time could no longer muster the spirit to resist, even when pushed into a house seemingly small, looking like they were being sent into a slaughterhouse, they were very obedient.

’Perfect Bald’ who noticed this situation frowned slightly, lowered his head, and sent ’Snow Cloud Peak’ a message: The people here are strange. Like they have been brainwashed for a long time, not understanding how to resist like slaves.

But initially, completely invisible, daily life was quite normal.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ snorted coldly upon receiving the message, then shouted: ”Speed up! If you don’t hurry, you’ll have to eat Baldy’s leftovers!”

’Perfect Bald’ pondered over the Old Dog’s reply, shook his head with a smile: ”Tell Hard Wind, whatever you get, put it directly into specialized space equipment.

Though we are unlikely to be brainwashed, we should also watch out for our animal companions.

Who knows if there could be effects across companion space!

Everyone take note! Put your animal companions into space, regardless of their requests, do not let them out!

The battles ahead, we’ll handle on our own!

Priests, from now on, every 10 minutes, cast the Light of Purification.”

When ’Snow Cloud Peak’ arrived with a large group near Lake Esmir, the swamp beside it had completely turned into a thick icy surface.

He exchanged glances with Baldy, then directly commanded the people to rush into the swamp: ”Magic Cult takes lead! Black Rose second, Battle Field holds the rear, charge southeast!

Damn it! Who is leading? Straighten your right hand, run towards the little finger direction!”

”Truly, skilled enough to break hearts.” ’Perfect Bald’ said sarcastically as he leisurely walked beside him, ”You really know how to use your hands.”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ gave a friendly smile to the Little Loli below: ”Ah, I don’t have a wife, but I have freedom.”